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“My word holds,” she said. “I mean to go to that dance! I meant to reason with you, but you won’t reason. Strongly impregnated with the mingled odours of tobacco, ale, brandy, and other liquors, the atmosphere was almost stifling. I am gambling on his intuition. "I was coming to give you intelligence of a comical trick played by this rascal, when I find him here—the last place, I own, where I should have expected to find him. As time wore on, and they did not return, Mr. You were pointed out to me at—a few nights ago. Hurry. The crowning aspect of the incident, for her mind, was the discovery that he and her indiscretion with him no longer mattered very much.
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