He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. “You’re not a man for me—not one of a sex, I mean. ” “Damn!” he remarked at the defaced letter; and, taking a fresh sheet, he recopied what he had written. The gate was opened; the coffin brought into the churchyard; and Jack, whose eyes were filled with tears, saw Mr. ‘We needn’t murder Lucia.
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