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"Well, Dido can do nothing," said Maurice, in a jesting tone, "unless you want her to forbid the banns." "You don't think her life is in danger?" asked David, in a faltering tone. "Don't I, Flower?" he asked again in a still softer voice. Again I had that sensation of being against something warm and great and good, and I don't know how I controlled it enough not to—to——.
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