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“Please forgive me—for one moment,” she sobbed. At six o'clock, the wicket was shut; and at nine, the jail was altogether locked up. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. Paris looms behind—a tragedy of strange recollections—here she emerges Phœnix-like, subtly developed, a flawless woman, beautiful, self-reliant, witty, a woman with the strange gift of making all others beside her seem plain or vulgar. “Perhaps. From midnight until morning he was now left alone. .
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