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Then she fell into a fever of remorse for the habit of bad language she had acquired. "His name, I say!—his name!" thundered the knight. The parlour was cluttered but cosy. ” He snarled. “I hope that Mr. ‘Idiot!’ ‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to hold her off.
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