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That delightful sense of free, unembarrassed movement was gone. “I liked him, and I never undeceived him. “His dress for no man lays a snare; A man scores always, everywhere. “Touch a hair on his head and you will insure that I will never make love to you again. ' That has always haunted me. "When did you see him, my love?" "A short time ago," replied the housekeeper, unsuspiciously. Is that it? I thought this very pretty.
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