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“You did your best to kill me,” he said. "I'll not believe it. Do you know, Lady Ferringhall, I am proud that your sister permits me to call myself her friend. ‘That little kiss cost him his sanctuary, my girl, and don’t you forget it. ” It was as if she faced a darkness in which was something very beautiful and wonderful as yet unimagined. He listened. He returned figuratively to his bed—the bed he had made for himself and in which he must for ever lie. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. I waited for her at the back. She drew it out with shaking fingers. "You two … both of you! But for you I couldn't have done it.
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