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1 7 |           Always there was the same gaiety in her, the same emotion
2 9 |            to take my share of that gaiety which seemed like one of
3 10|             ill, sad, or gay with a gaiety sadder than grief, a woman
4 10|      carried away. This mingling of gaiety, sadness, candour, prostitution,
5 12|             I was in a state of mad gaiety. As I thought of how the
6 18| interrupting them with laughter and gaiety. To that succeeded a brief