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She stepped back quickly, and her hand knocked a wine-glass from the table to smash noisily on the floor. ” He would say every time she wore it. "To be sure he has!" returned Mrs. "Gone," replied the wounded man. At once there came an answering knock. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. “You didn’t expect that I should kiss you?” “How was I to know that a man would—would think it was possible—when there was nothing—no love?” “How did I know there wasn’t love?” That silenced her for a moment.
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