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He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. So I made haste and recovered. Sebastian began to maintain a harem. She had come to the end of her resources. I never forgive an injury. For what indeed does she do? A simple song, no gesture, no acting, nothing. "No," replied Jonathan, "I'll not take you at your word, as regards the latter proposition.
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