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"If I escape, I will reward you. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. "I can," replied Trenchard. ” “Friends!” said her father. " "Won't you go?" cried Jack passionately. "As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in. “My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond measure. "Sir Rowland must be gone.
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