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Earles threw down his pen with a little exclamation. He was brooding over her, she could sense it, and the shadowy circles around his lovely dark eyes bespoke a terrible ongoing insomnia. Meysey Hill—never your wife. From the first there had always been between her and her listeners that electrical sympathy which only a certain order of genius seems able to create. No fear o' that. You were with your mother, the two of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering under empty baskets and shawls. Fatigued by his previous exertions, and incumbered by his fetters, he was by no means—though ordinarily remarkably swift of foot—a match for his foes, who were fast gaining upon him. He left the room, presumably to sleep elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the servant’s quarters. Perhaps that is why I lost my ambition.
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