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“How odd that I should almost spring into your arms just on my doorstep!” she remarked gaily. As for himself, there had never been a touch of it. "I am utterly lost. He wondered if these abnormal mental activities presaged illness. She held her hand to the place where he had slapped her. For a nun at night it is less dangerous than for the jeune demoiselle. Determined, however, to conquer the feeling as soon as possible, Wood had given orders to have the evening meal served there; but, notwithstanding all his good resolutions upon his first entrance, he had much ado to maintain his self-command. It’s gone. You have spoken her name, I think, Marthe.
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