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At this point, Geoffrey—who has been hunting all the morning—enters the room with Captain Rodney. "Besides, you are going on a fool's errand," she says, speaking rapidly, as though to gain time. "He has reached his own place long ago. Wait until the morning, I entreat you, Geoffrey. I—" her lips tremble, her breath comes fitfully—"I can bear no more just now." "She evidently took your advice," says Nicholas..
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