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She would not sleep for fear of losing a moment of that sense of his proximity. ’ ‘You were quite as bad to me as I was to you,’ Gerald protested mildly, sitting down beside her. I want my freedom. By the by, my dear, I forgot to ask your name—perhaps you'll oblige me with it now? Hell and the devil!—gone!" He looked around in vain. It may be well, therefore, before proceeding farther, to describe it more minutely. A victim of one of those mental typhoons that scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the rocks all in a moment.
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