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I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—”
“Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. One night, she drew
close to him in bed, trying to warm herself by embracing
his back. “Just forget it, Lucy! Keep your secrets to yourself!”
He stomped out, slamming the heavily paneled oak door. On the cords being removed, he made a
desperate spring at Wild, bore him to the ground, clutched at his throat, and
would, infallibly, have strangled him, if the keepers had not all thrown
themselves upon him, and by main force torn him off. He should never sufficiently be
able to regret the return which they had made to her.
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