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Page 90 - I for the whole night locked up in the house, without a living soul in it but myself. Positively I do not know what I should have done, if you had come last night.
Page 158 - Maggie, the pallor of her face and the dark lines under her eyes belying her words. But. Matthew did not turn away, only bent his eyes more scrutinizingly upon hers. " Mattha," and the girl's voice began to tremble, " I've got to know that he's taken up with a lady.