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“But I am at singing-pitch. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. One day she had thrown all the gifts into the lagoon, and visited the secret nook no more. “You too were deceived. Mobs were gathered together on the slightest possible pretext; and these tumultuous assemblages, while committing the most outrageous excesses, loudly proclaimed their hatred to the house of Hanover, and their determination to cut off the Protestant succession. It was a unique experience for her to wash him. She was finally dead, going to Hell. The kindly American consul-general had himself taken her to the bank, where her banknotes had been exchanged for a letter of credit, and had thoroughly advised her.
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