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works. As soon as he was gone, Jonathan went up stairs to the audience-chamber; and, sitting down, appeared for some time buried in reflection. It was a great relief to arrive at last at that pause when she could say to her aunt, “Now, dear?” and rise and hold back the curtain through the archway. I suppose that’s the gist of the whole thing. I have suspected him of possessing a skeleton key to my apartments. Wood laughed louder than ever. But I don’t suppose you can understand.
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