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Will you let your servant call me a hansom,” she continued, opening the door before he could reach her side. Yet her embarrassment was only a passing thing. She listened with growing apprehension to the tale that Gerald told, omitting any mention of pistols and daggers, and at the end delivered herself of various expletives highly unsuited to a lady of her advanced years. I’ve got imagination. Because here was the haven for which she had been blindly groping: the positive abolition of all her father's rights in her—the right to drag her back. "Rot, weren't they?" "No.
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