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Yet you catch her eye—you can’t seem to escape from it. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. The little grating in the door, the sense of constant inspection, worried her. Drawing the pay of life and then not living. I don’t want to stop your singing. We're two good-looking fellows, ain't we?" "Very good-looking," replied Rachel.
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