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A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. ‘Pray you, do me this one little service, and do not ask me why. ” But now she doubted again of the quality of the armistice they had just made. My death, probably. Small blame to her. "See how glad he is!" His irony and displeasure subsided. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. No more scuffling.
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