"Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. She became aware of his presence as she had never been aware of any human being in her life before. He conveyed not only his sense of the extreme want of correctitude in their unsanctioned meetings, but also that, so far as he was concerned, this irregularity mattered not at all, that he had flung—and kept on flinging—such considerations to the wind.
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