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“This is my way back to my side of the Park,” she said. “You didn’t expect that I should kiss you?” “How was I to know that a man would—would think it was possible—when there was nothing—no love?” “How did I know there wasn’t love?” That silenced her for a moment. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap. And for me there is only one treasure-house. The doleful procession at once assumed a festive character. " "I fancied I heard voices," rejoined Sir Rowland. Then he took the pulse.
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