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’ ‘What? But—’ ‘Precisely, Hilary. You are all that I am or hope to be—the celestial atom God put into me at the beginning. "Not materially, Mr. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. CHAPTER XXVIII. "In the name of your lamented parent, whose memory I shall for ever revere, I implore you to answer me," urged Kneebone, "why—why would you not accept him?" "Because our positions are different," replied Winifred, who could not resist this appeal to her feelings.
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