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“Oh, it is okay. " The woollen-draper's application to the bell was answered by a very pretty young woman, with dark Jewish features, roguish black eyes, sleek glossy hair, a trim waist, and a remarkably neat figure: the very model, in short, of a bachelor's housekeeper. The door opened. “I love some one else. Have I your final answer?" "You have, Sir Rowland," she answered, in a feeble tone, but firmly. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park. Kneebone was attired in the extremity of the mode. "Could you get any of the music last night?" "Yes. " "Won't you go?" cried Jack passionately. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry.
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