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\" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. ” “Yes, but you forget; how am I to live?” “Easily. A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. She wanted his attention, but so did everyone else. “You were never born,” he declared, “to follow the well worn roads.
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