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The doctor jumped to his feet. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. Don’t be late if you can help it. It simply doesn’t count. “The fellow is not such a blackguard, after all. She felt a storm of emotion surging up within her. Nothing more forlorn could be conceived.
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