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He saw the colossal selfishness of his act; but he could not beg off on the plea of abnormality. "Leave me, Sir; I insist. Give me but leave to try. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. Then she passed from the room on the arm of General Lord Charvill, chatting animatedly to him.
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