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The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. He slackened his pace as he reached the flat. She was wan and white. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. “When one wants a thing more than anything else in the world,” she said with outrageous frankness, “one naturally wishes one had it.
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