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‘Perhaps I could indeed rescue you if only you would confide in me. A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. For every Eden, there will be a serpent; for every sheepfold, there will be a wolf. “I cannot part with you. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. On examination it proved to be a flat bar of iron, nearly a yard in length, and more than an inch square. Humph.
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