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“Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. Sharples received them at the threshold, and holding his lantern towards the prisoners to acquaint himself with their features, nodded to Quilt, between whom and himself some secret understanding seemed to subsist, and then closed and barred the door. I mean Miss Charvill no harm. I could never have talked to you like this, forgetting everything that parts us, forgetting even your age, if I did not love you utterly.
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