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‘But the fact remains that you should not have enjoyed it, you were quite right to threaten to kill me, and I— God help me!—should not have kissed you at all. I’ve had the rarest luck and fallen on my feet. They made a stratum into which Ann Veronica was now plunged up to her neck; it had become her stratum. Would you stand by me—and her?” “My dear Nigel!” she exclaimed. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock. “I should love to come.
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