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"I am Owen Wood, at your service. "What?—help take care of him? Why, you can't do that, Miss Enschede!" was the protest. " "I can't. She shut her lips hard, her jaw hardened, and she set herself to struggle with him. "Oh!—to see you thus!" cried Thames, in an agony of affliction. "You've won your wager. “Veronica!” cried Miss Stanley, warningly, and, “Peter!” For a moment they seemed on the verge of an altogether desperate scuffle. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. Still silence everywhere. .
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