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"I've lost my wager. My only excuse is that I missed my way here, and I am leaving Paris early to-morrow morning. She was perhaps as near tears as ever before in her life. And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to make up our quarrel. “Why would she do that? Why does she care? That’s a waste of her time. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. “I never planned it—And now I have begun—” She felt acutely that he was entitled to explanations, and as acutely that explanations were impossible that night. He dragged it out, and perceiving, in spite of the decayed frame, that it was the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard, commanded his attendants to convey it up stairs—an order which was promptly obeyed.
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