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What lends a tragic mockery to all these tender traps of hers was that she was within lawful bounds. “Please forgive me. . . ‘More nor that. “By-the-bye,” he said, presently, “your sister was married to old Ferringhall the other day, wasn’t she? I saw the notice in the papers. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. It was. Of what was she thinking? She must rescue herself. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her.
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