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“For I know that you love Ennison. There was a wild light in her eye, and her straight hair was out demonstrating and suffragetting upon some independent notions of its own. Something in her tone made him look up. You don't notice the heat; but it is always there, pressing down. In vain did the woollendraper offer to set him free if he would restore the stolen article, or give up his associate, to whom it was supposed he might have handed it.
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