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There was no marriage, and I hated, oh, how I hated the man. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. “She doesn’t know. He entered the room with his usual deliberation, and looked covertly about him. But at this, he halted, turning his frowning gaze back on her. Before a word could be said, however, a slight noise was heard in the chimney, and Jack with his irons on descended from it.
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