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For a time Spurlock did not move. ” “I’m delighted,” she exclaimed. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few minutes gone. In fact, it had been anciently the right hand postern under the gate leading towards the city. This was not exactly what the woollen-draper desired. The terror faded from her eyes. She rang again with the same result.
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