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She was aware of the body of the court, of clerks seated at a black table littered with papers, of policemen standing about stiffly with expressions of conscious integrity, and a murmuring background of the heads and shoulders of spectators close behind her. The thin stream of blood on which her eyes were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet. ’ ‘A pretty tale. "I guessed what was coming. " "Unpossible, master," rejoined Ben; "the tide's running down like a mill-sluice, and the wind's right in our teeth. When I went I was refused admittance. Lucy looked about confusedly. The stage manager came out from the wings, and taking her hand led her off. I'll try to think better of him in future.
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