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"I seek my wife," said the man, "whom you have stolen. There hang her eyes." But that Mr. Rodney is still oppressed with the fear that he has mortally offended her, he could have laughed out loud at this childish speech; but anxiety helps him to restrain his mirth. Nevertheless he feels an unholy joy as he thinks on Mr. Moore's bald pate, his "too, too solid flesh," and his "many days." "Dear Lady Rodney," she says, in a tremulous tone, "are you quite sure the note was from that—that man?".
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