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‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. He leaned forward, and looked into the eyes of the woman he loved, and it seemed to him that she sang back to him with a sudden note of something like passion breaking here and there through the gay mocking words which flowed with such effortless and seductive music from her lips. ’ I said. She listened, listened intently for several minutes. This is your room. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. Fly! they shall knock me on the head—curse 'em!—before they shall touch you.
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