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“To my chagrin, I have. Besides, revenge is sweetened by delay; and I indulge too freely in the passion to rob it of any of its zest. They say it hasn't been opened for eight years—but I won't be eight years in getting out of it. Ice had begun to form in the shallows. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Her father’s step quickened to a trot. “No, I must have had hope lurking somewhere too. Try something. I thought that Hill was dead, but I was frightened, and I wanted to get away from Paris.
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