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God only knows what I have done, or left undone. All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. " His attention being thus drawn to the bank, the carpenter beheld three figures, one of whom bore a torch, leap into a wherry of a larger size than the others, which immediately put off from shore. “I wanted to go to an art-student ball of which he disapproved. I——” Then he stopped short, for he began to remember things. He eyed the young couple with the tragic history behind them, and could only suppose that familiarity had dulled their senses. The rest of his attire was nondescript. In this attempt he was, however, foiled by the agility of the carpenter, who managed to retreat to the door, against which he placed his back, kicking the boards vigorously with his heel. She held it away from her with an instinctive repulsion, born of her unconquerable antipathy to the touch of strangers.
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