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I’d take it— forgive me if I seem a little urgent—as a sort of proof of friendliness. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. At the opening of the van doors and the emergence into the fresh air Ann Veronica’s doubt and depression gave place to the wildest exhilaration. " "You need not," replied Jack, in a tone of the deepest compunction. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. It was a letter. ” “And now—I am to lose you.
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