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” He would say every time she wore it. He was an odd one, especially for a young man. At the threshold of the study he bade her good-night; but he did not touch her forehead with his lips. A few random students gawked at them in the hall. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. There would be no way of keeping her police questioning a secret from the entire neighborhood. " "Hear me, Madam, I beseech you," interposed Mrs. He felt his heart beat faster and faster—his self-restraint slipping away. She fidgeted and looked away.
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