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In her little sitting-room she turned on the electric light and looked around half fearfully. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. He was now at the entrance of the chapel, and striking the door over which he had previously climbed a violent blow with the bar, it flew open. The ring's yours, and you're mine. I did so.
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