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One trouble, however, shot its slanting bolts athwart the shining warmth of that opening day and marred its perfection, and that was the thought of her father. " "Somebody coming?" "Yes. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. Manning,” she said, “for a time—Will you tell no one? Will you keep this—our secret? I’m doubtful—Will you please not even tell my aunt?” “As you will,” he said. She surveyed accommodation that seemed at first merely austere, and became more and more manifestly inadequate as the moments fled by. Nobody will ever know what the fleas thought.
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