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” Her eyes were lit with humour. “Alone, dear?” “Yes, aunt. She wallowed for a time in the thought of Capes, unable to escape from his image and the idea of his presence in her life. " So saying, he sprang, with a bound like that of a tiger-cat, against the throat of the woollen-draper.
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