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A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. Not the explosive vigour of the north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them triumphantly. ‘That is a matter for the lawyers. But to England! What has happened, then?” Already the terror of a few hours ago seemed to have passed away from the girl who leaned back so lazily in her chair, watching the tip of her patent shoe swing backwards and forwards. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision.
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