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But her cries, instead of moving her assailant's compassion, only added to his fury. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. It was of no use, she let him do it as she could not be strangled. I am. Very likely you will disapprove highly of what I have done—I wonder? You may, perhaps, think I have done it just in a fit of childish petulance because my father locked me in when I wanted to go to a ball of which he did not approve. She so wanted to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he was mere dust in the ground.
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