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Manning came into her thoughts again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden. Almost had Martha won out. E. A small voice greeted her, hissing. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. Instead, you are willing to go to a place like that where you ought not to be allowed to think of showing yourself.
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