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“I suppose my levity is incorrigible. Then she saw him. You can’t! I tell you frankly you may break off your engagement to me—I shall hold myself still engaged to you, yours just the same. She drifted northward from the Strand, and came on some queer and dingy quarters. He returned the locket without comment. But not a word to him of Lady Trafford's absence—mind that. Having seen him heavily ironed, and placed in the Condemned Hold, Jonathan recrossed the street. “Nice sleeve,” she said, and came to his hand and kissed it.
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