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‘Not yet, madame. He drew her to him with his hands upon her waist. "Why did I want it under my pillow?" he asked. There was nothing left now of the selfassured, prosperous man of affairs. He urged his conductors to a quicker pace to get out of sight of the distressing spectacle, and even felt relieved when he was shut out from it and the execrations of the mob by the walls of the little prison. He answered with the greatest assurance, that he knew nothing whatever of the matter—had seen no pocket-book, and no associate to give up. ” He said as Cathy took his coat and alternately handed him back his bouquet of red roses.
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