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“Dear me,” she said, “I fancy you exaggerate my fame. For hats that fail and hats that flare; Toppers their universal wear; A man scores always, everywhere. He seemed years younger, and the arrangement of his tie and hair were almost rakish. So frightful, indeed, were the ravages of this malady, to which debtors and felons were alike exposed, that its miserable victims were frequently carried out by cart-loads, and thrown into a pit in the burial-ground of Christ-church, without ceremony. Look! Is that some one coming out?” The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite direction. ‘And if he is dead I know not. ’ ‘Merci. I wonder what men would say if we threw the mask aside—if we really told them what WE thought of them, really showed them what WE were.
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