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Wait a moment. A florid-looking young woman rose up and accosted him eagerly. Now," he added, as his commands were reluctantly obeyed, "help me on with them. On that night,—that fatal night,—Winifred crushed all the hopes that were rising in my heart. “Alone, dear?” “Yes, aunt. "There's the house," said Jack, pointing to a pretty cottage, the small wooden porch of which was covered with roses and creepers, with a little trim garden in front of it. Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture.
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