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My, um, my curfew. “You will sign the contract?” “I shall sign the contract. ’ She eyed him, all her uncertainty surfacing. If I were to marry you now I should feel a dependent being all my life—a sort of parasitical creature without blood or muscle. Of you, I mean. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. Perhaps I deceived you about it. Manning came into her thoughts again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden.
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