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Drummond, who had been about to speak, refrained. “Steady on!” he cried. Wood's, the carpenter in Wych Street. . ” He fancied that she was yielding, but her eyes fell once more upon that fatal envelope, and her tone when she spoke was colder than ever. I hate what I am. "A vow," she answered,—"a vow to my dead husband. But I don’t suppose you can understand. " "Still, you forgot something. ” “Wherever you like!” he answered, a little absently. What happened? Did you turn me?” “Yes, my love. ” She took his hand and smiled upon him.
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