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Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the further door. ‘She ought to be. I'll teach you submission in time. “Are you feeling okay?” “Just fine. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness. Her heart failed her and her resolution became water. Not a star could be discerned, but, in their stead, streaks of lurid radiance, whence proceeding it was impossible to determine, shot ever and anon athwart the dusky vault, and added to the ominous and threatening appearance of the night. ‘This we will leave.
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