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From the centre of the ceiling hung a replica of the temple lamp in the Taj Mahal. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. "The nurses," she answered. It cost her seventy-seven dollars. It was my destiny to have her. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. Parbleu, but she was a fool.
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