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“I do not blame him. " Still the voice was without emotion; calm, colourless. ” That conversation ended and he turned to her again. He destroyed her clumsily made dolls whenever he found them. The truth was impossible, indecent. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill. She left for good after he fell asleep. Yes—as he would have liked. Wood, regarding her husband with a glance of vindictive triumph.
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