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“Why not?” He repeated, demanding. Guided by the glare of the forge, which threw a stream of ruddy light across the road, Jack soon found the place of which he was in search. I'll dig it up. She slipped down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the home’s split-level style. ’ ‘Unless it is Captain Roding,’ put in Lucilla Froxfield from the curved back sofa on the other side of the fireplace. Meanwhile, she was spirited away from John and bombarded by half-familiar people who attempted to chat with her above the roar of the crowd. Here one might live the life of golden days. She even thought that perhaps she might come to love him, in spite of that faint indefinable flavor of absurdity that pervaded his courtly bearing.
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