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But it sounds too real to be imagined. She would meet him upon this ground: he should never be given the slightest hint that she was unhappy. Take me with you. " "How!" ejaculated Trenchard, starting back and drawing his sword. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street.
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