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This smile was more harrowing even than her former rigid look. It had been a very long time. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. Then she fell into a fever of remorse for the habit of bad language she had acquired. "What good would it do you to destroy me? For I have courage to kill myself.
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