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She drew in a deep breath of the sweet mountain air. "To-morrow I will take you to him. But it sounds too real to be imagined. Only she was conscious of an unfamiliar and wonderful emotion. Wood in a sharp tone. Up to this moment, hopes had been entertained of a respite, strong representations in his favour having been made in the highest quarter; but now that his fate seemed sealed, the curiosity of the sight-seeing public to behold him was redoubled. After a while he spoke again. But I do not love you. To prevent the leaves from blowing about, should a blow develop, he distributed paper weights.
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