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His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. She went to her room and changed the loose morning gown in which she had lunched for a dark walking dress. Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. The lace was family lace, easily recognizable. There was more shouting. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them.
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