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” She removed some posters from a chair, and seated herself coolly. “He knows. "Sir Rowland is your uncle—he will be your guardian—he will protect you. "Not that I know of," replied the carpenter, who had in some degree recovered his confidence. She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting under the dim lights. “A glass slipped from the table,” he explained. It is so ridiculous. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love.
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