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" "Then he has been unfortunate?" "That's patent enough. Bring me food, a man, hurry!” She placed the stone back over the crypt to hide the evidence of what she had uncovered. You must live for me. He was accompanied by a young man of about seven-and-twenty, who carried his easel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon it, opened the paint box, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him the most assiduous attention. The ragged edge. He had sufficient strength to wait upon himself. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. Let me keep you from that man’s clutches. ’ She drew a heavy breath.
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