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4. Very few survived her trials. "What is it?" "The night," she answered. . Some one was standing beside him. ’ ‘Gosse,’ corrected Lucilla. "I'll see him fettered myself. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. Am I mistaken? Is your heart mine?" "It is—it is; and has ever been," replied Winifred, falling upon his neck.
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