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She stole a few glances at John as she stood and played the pieces. Somebody may be on the watch—perhaps, that old ginger-hackled Jew. What was his problem, she thought to herself. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. As his eyes adjusted, he was able to make out the great shrouded shapes of the furniture. She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. ToC Mrs. I believe that I have heard my sister speak of you.
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