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The Return. Too late she realised that Emile was not trying to escape. \"I don't eat lunch. " "For you!" exclaimed Jonathan; "don't flatter yourself that I'm thinking of you. \" She said. “He seems like such a nice boy. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. The gentleman appealed to shook his head in reply, coughed as only a Dutchman can cough, and raising his hand from the bowl of his pipe, went through precisely the same mysterious ceremonial as the Master. " So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate. Sydney was strumming over a new song which stood upon the piano.
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