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Dear me, what a nuisance it is to have a pseudo husband shot down upon one from the skies. The carpenter trembled; for he perceived Rowland's gaze fixed first upon the infant, and then on himself. That terrible laughter, just before his senses had left him! Why? Here was a word that volleyed at her from all directions, numbed and bewildered her: the multiple echoes of her own first utterance of the word. ” “May I put you in a hansom?” he asked, lifting his stick.
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