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Below was an uninspiring street, a thoroughfare of boarding-houses and apartments. " "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. Would to God I had. He turned. Snatching-up his pistols, he rushed to the door, but to his horror found it fastened. " "But I never saw anybody more alive. She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. It was bare of any furnishings. "I will struggle no longer with destiny. While he was stirring his tea, she ran and fetched the comb.
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