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Her lips were apart, but no breath seemed to issue from them; and, but for a slight—very slight palpitation of the bosom, the vital principle might be supposed to be extinct. Stanley regarded his neighbor’s clean-shaven face almost warily. Love anywhere. This is not the conduct of a jeune demoiselle. A male voice, vibrant with terror, yelled out hoarsely. She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace, and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place afforded. But the mere recognition of his son’s signature was enough to stoke the fires of his long-held rage. “I remember you now,” he said.
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