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’ ‘Precisely. Surely she could ignore him. Drenched to the skin,—in fact, he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt so stiff, that he could scarcely move. ’ Hilary’s brows shot up. The thought of Capes flooded her being like long-veiled sunlight breaking again through clouds. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. " "A novelist?" cried Ruth, thrilling. A bad man, in fact.
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