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She never touched the manuscript with pencil, but jotted down her notes on slips of paper and left them where he might easily find them. “You can’t think that I’m fool enough to be put off like this. It was so hopeless to put it to them. He proposed, he wanted to possess her! He loved her. But anything is better than this. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. He was certain that those lips of hers had never known the natural and pardonable simper of youth. “MY DEAR FATHER,” she wrote,—“I have been thinking hard about everything since I was sent to this prison. Don’t try to shield anybody or hide anything. THAMES DARRELL.
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