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The next day Jude Fawley was pausing in his bedroom with the sloping ceiling,looking at the books on the table,and then at the black mark on the plaster above them,made by the smoke of his lamp...
The next day Jude Fawley was pausing in his bedroom with the sloping ceiling,looking at the books on the table,and then at the black mark on the plaster above them,made by the smoke of his lamp...