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"The house cleared, I shut myself in, fastened the bolt that none might intrude, and proceeded-not to weep, not to mourn, I was yet too calm for that, but-mechanically to take off the wedding dress, and replace it by the stuff gown I had worn yesterday, as I thought, for the last time. I then sat down: I felt weak and tired. I leaned my arms on a table, and my head dropped on them. And now I thought: till now I had only heard, seen, moved-followed up and down where I was led or dragged-watched event rush on event, disclosure open beyond disclosure: but now, I thought."
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