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“How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley. Only after he had pushed himself completely inside was the friction lessened. We are alone, Sir Rowland," he added, snuffing the candles, glancing cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "and what you confide to me shall never transpire,—at least to your disadvantage. The air might be cool, but half an hour without head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke. Not a breath was drawn.
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