She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage. Return, I implore of you, to your master,—to Mr. I shall only pray that I may reward you for all your goodness to me.
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