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I tell you what, Mr. There, that sounds frightfully involved, doesn’t it, but perhaps you can make out what I mean. She closed her eyes more vividly to recall some line which had carried the blot. It is necessary. But perhaps if people didn’t like clear, bright, healthy eyes—which is biologically understandable—they couldn’t like precious stones. "Why it is astonishing, certainly," remarked Kneebone, "to find any woman constant—especially to a girlish attachment; but such is the case. "I'm glad to find I'm right. "Are you a poltroon, after all?" "That's it! I ought to have died that night!" "Or is there a taint of insanity in your family history? Alone and practically penniless like yourself! You weren't even stirred by gratitude.
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