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The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. “But you yourself,” she exclaimed, glancing into his face, “you too look tired. ‘I am sorry to hear of your misfortunes. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. The night had swallowed him up, but his work on her was done.
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