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Martha said to me that it must come to the bibliothéque. Wood's favourite sitting-room, and her image was so intimately associated with it, neither the carpenter nor his daughter could muster courage to enter it before. I feel that I shall stifle unless I can do something—and do something soon. It did not occur to her that they at least had found a way of earning a living, and had that much economic superiority to herself. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray.
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