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It is no more a murder, but a duel, you understand. —Gentlemen, your most obsequious trout. " CHAPTER XIX. She would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard, even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory of his ardor. "Do you think I'd part with the sweetest morsel of revenge on those terms? No! But I'll have the secret out of you by other means. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. ’ ‘Don’t be too sure,’ said Miss Froxfield darkly, with a mischievous glance at her betrothed.
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