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| You are very kind. I would love; but no, no, no, it's totally impossible; I do not dare. But I am truly pleased to see you, it's really a great pleasure; I could invite you to rise, along with Mr. Enfield, but the location is nothing appropriate. | |
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| Now this! The best then is to stay down here to talk to you, there where you find yourself. | |
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| However, harm these words were spoken, then the smile faded from her face, to make way for a horror expression and despair so abject that chilled the blood of the two gentlemen. They saw him only a glance, since the window was immediately closed; but that glimpse had been enough, and they both turned and left the court without pronounce a word. It was also in silence down the alley; only when they reached the boulevard in the vicinity, where there was still some movement, even though Sunday is that Mr. Utterson at last turned and looked at his companion. They were pale; and there was a look of horror in the eyes of both. |
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