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Perhaps she might never come back to that breakfast-room again. Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs. Taking her limbs was the only thing I could do short of killing her.
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