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Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. She leaned forward in her chair, as if petrified in fear by the scary story. But at this point he was still subservient, still outwardly humble, in spite of the blackhearted villainy that was even then burgeoning in his breast. This was no light conquest; nor was it a government easily maintained. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. But she did not know what he knew, that it would always be rolling up, enlivened by suggestion, no matter how trifling.
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