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Somewhere in the world there was a book clerk with a discerning mind; for he had given her the best he had. He dragged it out, and perceiving, in spite of the decayed frame, that it was the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard, commanded his attendants to convey it up stairs—an order which was promptly obeyed. "Eggs for me! You mistake, child. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress.
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