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"It won't be her fault; but of course her people will object, which amounts to the same thing. She can't go against her people, you know." "There are things that chill one more than water," returns he, slightly offended by her tone. Paul, dropping on his knees before her, releases her gown; the fold is in his grasp, and still holding it he looks up at her, his face pale and almost haggard..
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