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He regretted— more deeply than he could say—the occurrence of this evening. I trust that she will not misunderstand me. He could neither stifle nor deaden that. Like a thorough-bred racer, he would sustain twice as much fatigue as a person of heavier mould. “There is my aunt,” she said. " "Never!" rejoined Kneebone, with increased ardour,—"never, till I receive from your own lips the answer which is to make me the happiest or the most miserable of mankind. For a few days he was able to relegate his conscience to the background.
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