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” “And you can’t?” “I don’t think I ought to control myself. That’s why I wanted your weapons. Baffled in their attempt, the mob uttered a roar, such as only a thousand angry voices can utter, and discharged a volley of missiles at the soldiery. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. YOU did. Do you expect me, I wonder. “Yes?” “You remember once, how we talked—at a gate on the Downs? We talked about how a girl might get an independent living. " "Will there be any danger?" "To Mr. " "No, Sir Rowland.
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