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PERSIS sat in grim communion with her image for hours. She faintly heard her husband's tapping on her door, and calling through it at intervals in thicker and thicker speech. But it was like a far-off rumor from a street. She was in session with herself.
She took her boudoir cap from her hair, and sat in the cascade of it peering through as from
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