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“Don’t be a hypocrite. He heard Rollo's stump beat a gentle tattoo on the floor. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. For just as though a vague likeness is sometimes borne swiftly in upon one, so a vague dissimilarity between the face on the poster and the heroine of his thoughts had slowly crept into his consciousness. So he found her when he came round the corner of the spinney. Ennison had disappeared.
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