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Closing the door, Jonathan next produced his lantern, and, hastening towards the window, undrew a bolt by which it was fastened. There is so little abandon, so little real joyousness. Huge trees obscured the view of it. Only in her eyes there seemed to be some apprehension of the fact that the young man’s clothes and manners were alike undesirable things. I want to know more about her. Another picture slid across her vision.
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