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Wood in the deepest mourning. I might forgive him that, for he obviously taught her a good deal that she has found useful. In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of perfect teeth. Still it was possible, and the difficulty was only a fresh incitement. Gerald crossed back to the window. In Paris, in July, a raging mob had stormed the Bastille, provoking circumspect aristocrats to uproot themselves and take refuge abroad. By the time she was done, the bodies in the bathtub were gathering flies. Now, as she stared at the image of her own face, she recalled something Major Alderley had said. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow.
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