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“Not a bit. The sound of their strident voices floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant Americans, the shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for. The young man did not know what he was doing or where he was. ’ ‘Alas. I've a shrewd guess where he's taken refuge; but I'll ferret him out. He singled out my poor husband from a crowd of other felons; and you know how right he was in that case, Sir.
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