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The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. She exhaled, feeling the tension drain from her shoulders and arms. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. Certainly not a gentlewoman. There was some justification for her annoyance, for negotiation of the secret passage demanded either a stout heart, or a desperate one. " Gravely he watched the needle flash to and fro. Wished to see you. "The door's open, and the room empty. Miss Ellicot, for instance, considers me a most improper person. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. A shudder rippled across his shoulders. 132 “I thought you wanted me—you told me so when we kissed in the park!” He cried.
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