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The by now familiar dramatic sigh came. Behind Mrs. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. That is how I learned that there were such things as novels. . It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. " "Worth anything?" "I don't know. "Yes … but dreadfully tired.
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