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It was the first tiap it ure of ht and day That

the place could possibly be, without her, was so my mind seemed

unable to cohts of late, I had now the strangest ideas that she was co

towards me in the street, or that she would presently knock at the door

In my rooms too, hich she had never been at all associated, there

was at once the blankness of death and a perpetual suggestion of the

sound of her voice or the turn of her face or figure, as if she were

still alive and had been often there

Whatever ht have been, I could scarcely have recalled my

sister with ret

which may exist without much tenderness Under its influence (and

perhaps to ) I was seized with

a violent indignation against the assailant from whom she had suffered

so efully