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In you—if you can love me—there is salvation. He'd never forgive you. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. Indeed, he told me nothing at all. I was his wife. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow.
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