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She blushed prettily, and in a moment regained command of her tongue. Little woman, you have been brave enough before. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. It was horrible. On the same peg and evidently belonging to it was a black velvet Zouave jacket. Two or three podgy-looking old men with wives to match, half-a-dozen overdressed girls, and a couple of underdressed American ones, who still wore the clothes in which they had been tramping half over London since breakfast time. You can’t look me in the eyes and say you don’t care for me. ’ To his intense satisfaction, mademoiselle burst into laughter. As he fell, he caught at the projecting masonry. As soon as he was gone, Jonathan went up stairs to the audience-chamber; and, sitting down, appeared for some time buried in reflection. She’s got a great imagination. He was tender with her as he had not been in years.
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