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he come after her, did Mr Charvill. John stared palely. “Not a bit. The knots
and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the
fields behind, were still to be traced. ”
He shook his head slowly, smiling mysteriously. You'll
never be guided by me—never!"
"Indeed, my love, you're entirely mistaken," returned the carpenter,
endeavouring to deprecate his wife's rising resentment by the softest looks, and
the meekest deportment. She had black
hair, fine eyebrows, and a clear complexion; and the forces that had modelled
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heard rumours of it in Paris, and the place since then has been closed. She was weeping now. But after all, what did it matter
whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and
one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. She sighed with
relief.
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