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Let us be gone. It would not be possible otherwise to live in daily contact with this level-eyed, lovely girl without loving her. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. I see that I am a beast—I beg your pardon, bête—and an imbecile, and an idiot. This laugh and his looks alarmed her. She obeyed, extending her arm. “You cannot say that you did not expect me,” he answered. "He hears me not! he's gone!" she added, as the door was opened and shut with violence; "something tells me I shall never see him again!" When her father, a moment afterwards, issued from the parlour to ascertain the cause of the noise, he found her seated on the stairs, in an agony of grief. Smith's melody had subsided. " "No! I have run away from my father. Wild never was the associate of thieves.
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