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He had not addressed to her even the most ordinary courtesy of fellow travellers; she doubted that he was even aware of her existence. Drenched to the skin,—in fact, he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt so stiff, that he could scarcely move. There was just a minute’s hesitation before they gave her a room. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. “I was lonely.
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