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You'd better lose no time. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. In the end, resolution triumphed, as it was sure to do, over the weaker emotions, and he laughed at his fears. I love some one else. Her lips were apart, but no breath seemed to issue from them; and, but for a slight—very slight palpitation of the bosom, the vital principle might be supposed to be extinct. ” He looked at her very gravely.
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