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The door popped open with a sigh. You care for me a little, I know. “We have been all this time—Only your queer code of honor—Honor! Once you begin with love you have to see it through. “I do hope you will see how things are, and not be offended with me or frightfully shocked and distressed by what I have done. You have misunderstood. ’ ‘That’s just it,’ said Joan Ibstock shamefacedly. She wasn’t sure of herself when she said it. “Kick aht at ‘em!” though, indeed, she went now with Christian meekness, resenting only the thrusting policemen’s hands. The hansom sped through the crowded streets.
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