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"This cold, clay clod was man's heart: / Crumble it, and what comes next? -Is it God?"
MURIEL woke up to a new poverty and an extra ten thousand a year. The latter scarcely passed through her mind, but the former made her terribly lonely. Now there seemed nothing left, and the world a vast cold place void of personality.