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She came to London, and tried several things without any success. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. “That is my dream of you,” said Manning, warming. He was a young man of about two-and-twenty, who, without having anything remarkable either in dress or appearance, was yet a noticeable person, if only for the indescribable expression of cunning pervading his countenance. He too, when she had disappeared, called a carriage. I was supposed to do the same, but I didn’t. She wanted his attention, but so did everyone else.
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