’ He flushed. The room behind was another small antechamber, presumably linking the back rooms. Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. "Oh! that was all, was it?" said the turnkey, quietly reseating himself. "Thanks.
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