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She was carefree. A pretty name for a pretty girl. I found him once in my rooms, and I believe that he had a key to my front door. You cannot arrest yourself. He hadn't followed this angle of thought in ten years: what he might have been, with a little shrewd selfishness. But he looked back into the hall and spoke to the sergeant who could just be seen behind him. When she told him that the natives called her The Dawn Pearl, his delight was unbounded. " "So she was," replied the woollen-draper, helping himself to an enormous pinch of snuff with the air of a man who does not dislike to be rallied about his gallantry,—"so she was. The young man's imagination suddenly pictured the man as a rock, loosed from its ancient bed, crumbling as it fell.
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