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She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. I said I’d do anything.
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