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Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. “And yet you still live, Butterfly. Sheppard's weight had destroyed the equilibrium of the plank: it swerved, and slowly descended. I thought that you loved Paris and your work so much. She is very charming, and we all admire her immensely. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. "Why did I want it under my pillow?" he asked. " He started to pick up a sheet of manuscript, but she pushed him from the table toward the doorway; and he staggered out of the bungalow, suddenly stretched his arms, and broke into a trot. Did he not look for her in the morning when she entered—come very quickly to her? She thought of him as she had last seen him looking down the length of the laboratory to see her go. “It is the first moment we have let him out of our sight,” Brendon exclaimed, as he hastened across the street. That night in his den he smoked many pipes. Leastways, not on your own.
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