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“We are both of us trenching upon forbidden ground,” she said. He flew to the window, and would have passed his sword through the thief-taker's body, if the latter had not quickly interposed the person of Mrs. Wood wound it up by a description of the drenching he had undergone at the Mint pump, the other could hold out no longer, but, leaning back in his chair, gave free scope to his merriment. Each manuscript was like the other: the same lovely treatment of an unlovely subject. She descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the street—alone. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. And he began also at times to wake at night and think about her.
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