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net 1. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. ” “What do you want?” he asked, bluntly. He backed away from her. ” He plunged into one of his drawers, and brought up a small gold-foiled bottle. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. To his astonishment and delight it yielded to the pressure, toppled over the ledge, and sank. ” “It’s an unrest—a longing—What’s that?” The waiter had intervened. The terrors and anxieties of the last few months seemed to have fallen from her, to have passed away like an ugly dream, dismissed with a shudder even from the memory. Wood fancied he recognised. "By means of the watchman who had the charge of me," replied Thames.
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