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David left this afternoon. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. She leaned forward and addressed him. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. Several prisoners were taken, but the ring-leaders escaped. She clenched her hands together and leaned forward in her chair, gazing steadily into the fire. Leave me my blanket! I'm very cold at night. His attraction for her was now written plainly on his freckled face, revealed by the many drinks he had imbibed.
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