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The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. She flew up from her stool and faced the door. Hurrying on, his progress was soon checked by a strong door, several inches in thickness, and nearly as wide as the passage. “Can’t you SEE how things are?” she said. She crept into the living room and turned off the set, adjusting Cathy’s blanket which had fallen to the carpeted floor. " "'Sblood!" cried Jackson, rising, "I can't sit still and hear Mr. "Would you rather be alone?" "No. Mr. Capes?” she heard her aunt saying. And, with a glance of malignant exultation, he quitted the vault, and locked the door.
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