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She was glad when he went on: “I want to be your city of refuge from every sort of bother. He had nothing to guide him; for though the torches were blazing ruddily below, their gleam fell only on the side of the building. The booming voice and the energetic movements spoke plainly of hurry. “Fearful old fogey! I can’t imagine any sister of yours putting up with him for a moment. "There's another instance of your wilfulness and want of taste.
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