“There,” he said, “you don’t treat me fairly, Miss Stanley. Before he could return, Jack had made good his retreat; and, wandering about the lanes and hedges, kept out of sight as much as possible. Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that she must not disturb him in this man-agony. I’M shaken.
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