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A lucky escape. “Why don’t you wear your white blouse more often? It is the prettiest shirt you own. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable. “This means a plunge. Old Jersey and Hampshire family, the Pellissiers, and a capital stock, too, I believe. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. Jack may be capable of much that is wicked, but he would never lift his hand against his friend,—of that I am assured. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. She blushed prettily, and in a moment regained command of her tongue.
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