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" "Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. The blow had brought him back to the realm of sober thought. She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. "You do love me?" "God knows how much!" Suddenly he laid his head on her shoulder. One glance swept across the place and it was immediately apparent that Pottiswick had not, this time, been mistaken.
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