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When you've admitted him, steal into the room, hide yourself, and don't move till I utter the words, 'You've a long journey before you. ’ ‘So I see. I ——” He stopped short. Place a pistol at my ear, and shoot me, if I've told you false. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. “You shall,” she said.
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