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Advancing with a slow firm step to the stone-block he placed his left foot upon it, drew himself up to his full height, and fixed a look so stern upon Jonathan, that the thief-taker quailed before it. But the cases were not identical. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. Earles watched her anxiously. Sheppard broke from him, and filled the room with her shrieks. The young man opposite was straining his ears to listen to their conversation.
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