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The room was reeling, or was it that she was going to faint? She recovered herself with a supreme effort. “Why?” “I still love you. No further responsibility whatever. "Take care of your charge. How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. But that was soon put right, and she walked out into London with a peculiar exaltation of mind, an exaltation that partook of panic and defiance, but was chiefly a sense of vast unexampled release. He called Enschede the Bellower.
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