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Tears began to stream from her cheeks. She had no idea what she should do. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment. ‘You have rifled his papers. “I have hurt my father,” she said; “I have hurt my aunt. There was only one sound—the fall of the sea upon the main beach, and even that said: "Hush! Hush! Hus-s-sh!" Not a leaf stirred, not a shadow moved. "Here," repeated her brother. That would be myself, or if she lived, Mary’s daughter. Why?" "I was just wondering.
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