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Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. I put my foot down like—like adamant. She still had her letter of credit. Now that she was his, to make or mar, she presented an extraordinary fascination. ’ ‘How shocking. " "It is," replied Jack. To be exact, it was just sixteen hours and twenty minutes. " "For an old bachelor?" "A human old bachelor. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out.
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