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“Okay. He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last. “How do you feel?” she asked. Mr. Presently she became aware of footsteps hurrying after her, and glanced back to find Miss Klegg, a little out of breath, in pursuit. He rose, steadied himself, then walked out of the dining room. Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect. ‘Why, what have I said?’ ‘You said to me my name. And one must—some of it must slip through one’s fingers.
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