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"I have killed her," cried Jack. Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if impatient of restraint. Ennison stood still for a moment, swinging his latchkey upon his finger. Afterward, one afternoon, he hovered about her, and came and sat beside her and talked of beauty and the riddle of beauty for some time. “Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words warmed her cheek.
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