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“Time for my Patience,” she said. “I hope nothing is wrong. A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow. But the lady was not so easily won; and though she did not absolutely reject him, gave him very slight hopes. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. “Lord!” she said. As he crossed the cellar, he passed so near to Jack who had concealed himself behind a piece of furniture that he almost touched him.
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