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Of course, it really signified nothing in this careless part of the world that she was travelling alone. 6. She was feeling extraordinarily well that night, so that the sense of her body was a deep delight, a realization of a gentle warmth and strength and elastic firmness. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. He was in the house with his mother. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. You can’t possibly understand!” He began a confused explanation, a perplexing contradictory apology for his urgency and wrath. Jack seemed glad enough to rest, his back against the wall, and closed his eyes. She took the tray with both hands, gulped, and gave way to tears. Although she had refused to answer his impertinent questions.
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