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As I leaned back in my chair thinking, this phantasm of my father came, and turned, and vanished with a solemn regularity.
him—“a cloud without water, carried about of winds, and a wandering star to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness’
I think that uncle Silas was deeply despised by her father as he said here “ a wandering star is to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness
If you were less pretty I think I should be very much afraid of you
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