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The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. As he returned to the table, he put his finger to his nose; and, though he said nothing, he thought he had a much better chance of winning his wager. Finally she decided upon a step that had always seemed reasonable to her, but that hitherto she had, from motives too faint for her to formulate, refrained from taking. . But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite. “I have scarcely left his side. From head to foot he was attired in the fashionable garb of the young man of the moment. So soft. "Choose, Jack. ‘What is this fate?’ ‘Un mariage of no distinction. "There," cried Jackson, closing the book and rising, "that'll do. It was hard to meet that gaze. I had that coming.
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