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Darrell stood erect in the bark, with his drawn sword in hand, prepared to repel the attack of his assailants, who, in their turn, seemed to await with impatience the moment which should deliver him into their power. Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over. “Yes,” said Ann Veronica, “yes,” to his explanation, and saw across the lawn Lady Palsworthy talking to her aunt, and both of them staring frankly across at her and Mr. Determined, however, not be taken with life, he held on. Looking at this girl, a sense of failure swept over him.
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