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” “Your ideas of fairness—” he remarked, and discontinued that sentence. Upon my word, Anna,” she declared, with a strange little laugh, “you are a thousand times more like me as I was two months ago than I am myself. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable. ” She said bitterly. . ’ It had not before occurred to him, but this realisation fuelled the general’s growing conviction that he was being imposed upon in some way. She took her hat from the peg in the corner and began to put it on. ’ A scowl crossed the lady’s face. “Well,” she said. He did not so much cut into this conversation as loom over it, for he was a tall, if rather studiously stooping, man. He has been lodged in every round-house in the metropolis, and has broken out of them all, and boasts that no prison can hold him. “Why should one pretend?” she whispered.
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