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He stirred continually, thrusting his legs about and flinging his arms above his head. She tried surreptitiously to reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. The burden of decision had been transferred. I do—with all my heart. Fortunately, I've secured the proof of my birth. "Oh! nothin' partickler—mere curossity," replied Terence. It was a mad half-hour. He had finally put aside The Lilac Sunbonnet, gone into his study, lit the gas fire, and written the letter that had brought these unsatisfactory relations to a head. Before he could make the thrust, however, he was seized behind by Ireton, who flung himself upon him.
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