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Lucy had snuck in the back door by the kitchen and Sheila was ready for her, standing between the stove 124 and the refrigerator. While this was taking place, another and more serious interruption occurred. “I will MAKE you love me! Until he has faded—faded into a memory. I should require you to accept no employment whatever upon the stage, and to remain out of England. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. Satisfied in this respect, he flung himself into a chair, for his iron frame seldom required the indulgence of a bed, and sought an hour's repose before he began the villanies of another day.
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