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She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite relief. It was warm, shielding, comforting, and what was more, full of understanding. " "Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. "Do you take me for as great a villain as yourself, Sir?" said the knight, rising. She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least.
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