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One would say she could try to —to prevent that her daughter will go to the convent. She leaves town to-morrow. To return was impossible,—to raise himself certain destruction. McClintock would bang his fist upon the table. I can esteem him, regard him; but, love him as he ought to be loved—that I cannot do. Jack, who had something of the Spartan in his composition, endured his martyrdom without flinching; and carried his stoical indifference so far, as even to make a mocking grimace in Sharples's face, while that amiable functionary thrust Thames into the recess beside him.
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