"Hell's curses!" roared Jonathan. She never had been much of a looker, but she had stopped worrying about such things long ago. " "And were I in yours," rejoined the woollen-draper, "I should be doubly apprehensive, because he's a professed friend. How would he act when he learned that it had vanished? She gathered up the manuscripts and restored them to the envelope. For a time she could scarcely believe he was gone. You see—I didn’t understand.
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