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I hope you won’t think less of me, you’ve treated me so well. "How long shall I be here?" he asked. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers. You have never felt the hearts of all hardened against you; have never heard the jeer or curse from every lip; nor endured the insult and the blow from every hand. "How go you like your quarters, sauce-box?" asked Sharples, in a jeering tone. Her soft brown eyes, inherited from Larry, warmed an already pretty face. Drink this!” He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her lips. 4. Oh, Heavens; that I should have ever indulged a hope of happiness while that terrible man lives!" "Compose yourself, Joan," said Wood; "all will yet be well.
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