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His fingers closed upon her hand. " "I am calm—quite calm, Rowland," she answered, with lips whose agitation belied her words. Will you please—Not now, or I must go. " At the time of his present introduction, his play of "The Captives," had just been produced at Drury Lane, and he was meditating his "Fables," which were published two years afterwards. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her. As it was, my oldest and trustiest setter, Abraham Mendez, received a blow on the head from one of the lads that will deprive me of his services for a week to come,—if, indeed it does not disable him altogether. “Of course,” said Miss Miniver—she went on in a regularly undulating voice —“we DO please men.
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