You're in luck to-night, widow. She saw his face change, how he regretted. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. His large, coarse lips drew wider apart. Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore.
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