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A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. Prudence twinkled at them, and reached out to pat Melusine’s hand. The smell that emanated from the opening was abominable. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. Why? Because she knew him in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her vision—Sidney Carton.
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