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” She smiled at him cheerfully. I can't concentrate on my work. This request, however, was refused; and he was told that the only way in which he could entitle himself to his Majesty's clemency would be by discovering who had abetted him in his last escape; the strongest suspicions being entertained that he had not affected it alone. The by now familiar dramatic sigh came. All alone; and nobody cared whether he lived or died. I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy. She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least.
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