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‘If, in truth, you are a gentleman,’ she said in a trembling tone, ‘you will move to the side that I may leave this room. She was a little paler than when she had come to London, a little paler and a little thinner. Oh! that I should live to be father-in-law to a peer of France! What would my poor wife say to it, if she could come to life again? Oh, Thames!—my lord marquis, I mean—you have made me the happiest—the proudest of mankind. For hours after she had not been sensible to life, only to exquisite echoes. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river. I want you beyond measure or reckoning. This was no light conquest; nor was it a government easily maintained.
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