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"Adorable girl!" he cried, in the most impassioned tone, and with the most impassioned look he could command. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. Yon must be mine to-night. And when there is no longer any need to use it, why then, enough you say—and throw it away. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. Wood required little pressing.
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