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But then the features changed. There was a young lad ahead of her. With delicate touch he rescued all that was possible of them, and made a careful little parcel. She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil, she fell asleep.
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