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 | | Bob and I saw that she was bent on smothering her memory in that antidote for all ills of heart and soul--work. |
 | | Bob was no longer a human being, but a monarch of the forest at bay, with the hunter in front of him, and closing in upon him, in a great half-circle, the pack of harriers, all gnashing their teeth, baring their fangs, and howling for blood. |
 | | Bob, I have suffered, suffered, as only a woman can suffer." She was sobbing as though her heart would break, sobbing wildly, convulsively, like the little child who in the night comes to its mother's bed to tell of the fl goblins that have been pursuing it. |
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