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“Forty guineas a week. The fire still burned brightly. A moment more and he would have been crushed beneath the ponderous board, when a slight but strong arm arrested its descent. " There had never been, from that fatal hour eight months gone down to this, the inclination to confess. ” Her aunt answered in a low voice: “I was engaged to him, dear, for seven years, and then he died. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly.
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