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He backed away from her. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. “You are talking like a boy. Around her neck was a little gold chain. I thought it was a mirror at the first, for it was so very like myself. It was wonderful. She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes.

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