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"Quite sorry, my good friend, there should have been any misunderstanding between us," observed the woollen-draper. “That’s what we narcs have to do. In the circles into which he had been born, the passing on of land was of vital importance. Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. "Yes; he'll suspect nothing. “You will not give Sir John any cause for jealousy? You will have no secrets from him except—concerning those things which are past?” “Anna, I swear it!” her sister sobbed. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling.
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