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” The lights were lowered, and an attentive waiter hovered round Anna’s cloak. Sheppard, passionately,—"he has my boundless gratitude, and devotion. ‘I am far from imagining anything of the kind. " Three persons only were left in the room. Advancing to the middle of the chamber, he halted, drew himself up, and fixed his dark, expressive eyes, on Thames Darrell. But then the features changed. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. ‘She wormed it out of me, the little fiend.
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