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"Your faults were the faults of circumstances. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. "The deuce he has! Why, it's only a few hours since I beheld him chained down with half a hundred weight of iron, in the strongest ward at Newgate. Seldom they molested a woman who appeared to know where she was going and who kept her glance resolutely to the fore. Never had she seemed to him so much like Anna.
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