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"Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers. " "It is," replied Jack. She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. ’ ‘But what have I done?’ protested Gerald innocently. Always at your service. See paragraph 1.
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