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I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. She had taken care he should have this momentous talk with her on a garden-seat commanded by the windows of the house. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. They were hailed as celebrities, the three of them. "Your father—poor imbecile!—believes we ran away together. As he anticipated, he was here comparatively screened from the fury of the wind; and when he gazed upon the roaring fall beneath him, visible through the darkness in a glistening sheet of foam, his heart overflowed with gratitude for his providential deliverance.
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