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She shook her head. She thought he should be in a warmer room, but he begged so hard to stay that she yielded. She put a bell near, that he might call her, and went to him several times before she slept, finding him somewhat restless, yet too profoundly asleep to be wakened by her light touch. Outraged nature was in charge now. “You needn’t fight any more,” Vilette said, loftily; “we shall marry her ourselves.”.
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