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She read
beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. ‘Let’s see now. “It’s my fault. The aspect of the place, so far as he
could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his
eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against
the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the
present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later. ”
He shook his head, and threw open the door of a great dimly-lit apartment on the
ground floor. "I shall behold the shameless hussy, face to face;
and, if I find her as good-looking as she's represented, I don't know what I'll do
in the end; but I'll begin by scratching her eyes out.
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