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"It is my opinion that you looked and listened all the time; and it was shamefully mean of you," says Dorothy. "That's awful nonsense, you know," says Rodney, lightly. "When he sees I haven't taken any steps about arresting him, he will forget all about it, and bear no further ill will." The man draws back hurriedly, and the woman once more sinks back into her forlorn position..
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