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Sir Rowland, who had continued absorbed in thought, with his eyes fixed upon the sloop, as she made her way slowly down the river, disembarked more leisurely. But there was no feeling of remorse; there was only the sensation of exaltation. With one or two exceptions, there were no pews; and, as the intercourse with London was then but slight, the seats were occupied almost exclusively by the villagers. All I had to do was to piece them together. A cold shiver ran through her frame, and her gentle spirit passed away for ever. He knew it absolutely, as if he had the check in his hand. 265 The madness crept around her like smoke under a door. He was aware of Hilary, in company with Lucilla and the comtesse’s daughter some few yards away, listening in suddenly.
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