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"Don't weep, my love," replied the lady, straining him still more closely to her. "Confusion! the rascal must have picked my pocket of your letters," whispered Kneebone, "What's to be done?" "What's to be done! Why, I'm undone! How imprudent in you not to burn them. You see, the horse it does not belong to me, nor to the nuns. ‘You will please to tell this—this idiot to release me. “I must explain to her. Above all, beware of Sir Rowland Trenchard. To-morrow I shall come and talk to you again—of other things. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. But what did he know beyond these facts? Nothing, clearly.
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