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‘It is you who is the fool,’ she threw at him, whipping round again. ‘What, and miss getting myself murdered?’ ‘She said she wouldn’t murder you. Or run me through. “Oh yes,” said Miss Klegg; “I thought every one knew. Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost departed, crushed out of me together with much of the weariness and sorrow I brought with me here by the nameless glory of these lonely months. There were no evidences of any struggle, no overturned chairs or disarranged furniture. He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the egotism of his own passionate love.
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