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He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. So she married him. Sheppard. Manning’s handwriting, and opened his letter and read some lines before its import appeared. “It’s Ennison, isn’t it?” he exclaimed. “I love some one else. The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her apparent obedience. If such a thing in connexion with him had been possible they would have declared that he was in a towering rage. In twenty minutes we meet in the hall, remember.
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