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All the initial confidence in herself was gone; her courage was merely a shell to hide the lack. The picturesque scoundrel had the true gift; and Spurlock was filled with pity at the thought of such genius gone to pot. “I thought that I heard a groan,” Anna whispered. A pity, en effet, that she dare not truly desire him to rescue her. As the wedding neared, she bought some finer things: a veal roast for supper, a single pearl for the dowry.
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