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You. E. Her soft brown eyes, inherited from Larry, warmed an already pretty face. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. I require stimulant. "What for?" demanded Wood.
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