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On a low bed, with his eyes fastened eagerly upon the door, lies Paul Rodney, the dews of death already on his face. Instinct warns her of treachery; common sense belies the warning. To which shall she give ear? "I never have such moments," interrupts he moodily..
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"It was rather better than I anticipated, thank you," not in the haughty tone adopted by her half an hour ago, but, in an unnerved and frightened whisper. "So do I, often,—very often," says Mr. Rodney, sadly still, but genially. Then some one puts on her again the coat she had taken off such a short time since, and some one else puts on her sealskin cap and twists her black lace round her white throat, and then she turns to go on her sad mission. All their joy is turned to mourning, their laughter to tears. He touches his hat to her, and bids her a respectful "good afternoon," but for once she is blind to his salutation. Nevertheless, she stops before him, and, in a clear voice, says, coldly,—.
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