“What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room.
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