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Here was a thundering blow. —Though if my name should become as famous as theirs, it wouldn't much matter. " He did not pause to consider how she had learned that he had imagination; he comprehended only the direct challenge. “I can’t endure it,” she said. Wood sank, submissively, into a chair, while his daughter hastened to execute her arbitrary parent's commission. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face. Her sister had told him that it was true. She had heard the trader utter it many times. ‘And I do not know why you are so polite, when you have been bad to me last night, and have taken my dagger. I know faces.
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