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Aren’t I asking—asking plainly now?. “How odd that I should almost spring into your arms just on my doorstep!” she remarked gaily. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face. "No such thing," rejoined the jailer; "he's coming on business.
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