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She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. He's as generous as he's frolicsome. " "My God!" cried Trenchard, stunned by the intelligence, "I have killed her. Their subsequent conversation is outside the scope of our story. It is the immediate inspiration of confidence; it alleviates pain, because we know by that smile that pain is soon to leave us; it becomes the bulwark against our depressive thoughts of death; and it is the promise that we still have a long way to go before we reach the Great Terminal. All he will say is that she said so—as if anyone could believe a word the girl said. But escape to where? She thought of the ships that sailed from the peninsulas to hot deserts where spices were traded.
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