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The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. Taber is the name. The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. The meat was coarse and disagreeably served. The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him. And grasping the thick iron rod, she pushed with all her force against it, while Jack seconded her efforts from within. The truth at once flashed across his mind.
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