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“You must come home to him at once,” said Miss Stanley. All the fury had left her, swamped by an inexplicable flood of warmth. It was only by the adoption of such a course (especially since the late act of suppression, to which we have alluded,) that the inviolability of the asylum could be preserved. He carried her in his arms up the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. Nature is God, Anna, and the greatest artist of us all a pigmy. She shook her head, almost breaking a smile.
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