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She loved to be there, taking part in it all, breathing it, being it. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. In Old Palace Yard everybody ran. She tightened her bandage and sat back, biting her lip.
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