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Grace-church Street was entirely
deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears;
or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it. ‘I fear you mistake, Emile. He took a
handful of almonds and raisins that she held out to him—for both these young
people had given up the practice of going out for luncheon—and kept her hand
for a moment to kiss her finger-tips. I leaned over and looked at him—he
was quite still. They will find me dead, yes. I have been the
vicomte’s secretary, remember. His face was much handsomer than Gianfrancesco’s, his
lips thinner, his brow much more noble and wise. The terrific mental tension of the past few months
—that had held his bodily nourishment in a kind of strangulation—became as a
dream; and now his vitals responded rapidly to food and air. He was human. "I might return the question. \" Cathy poured her a glass. He cannot.
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