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” “You alarm me,” she murmured, smiling. "So I have," replied Hogarth, glancing at Sheppard. "So you're writing under a nom de plume, eh?" said McClintock, holding out the letter. It would be protective; it would with age turn to silver unnoticeably. "I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. We shall have him on his return. Secretly she was gratified to be assigned to the rôle of an old traveller.
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