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Immediately behind this individual, came a pale, poverty-stricken woman, whose forlorn aspect contrasted strongly with his plump and comfortable physiognomy. "It is her child!" shrieked Rowland, in a voice heard above the howling of the tempest, "risen from this roaring abyss to torment me. And that would spoil it. Shouldn't you be getting home?\" \"It's not far. "Why came she here?" "She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither," replied Sir Cecil, mournfully. " She wanted to dance. ” Her eyes were lit with humour. I did not know what I was saying. And I suppose it is too much to expect that any entirely English young lady would be prepared to tolerate me for the remainder of my life.
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