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Her knees were trembling, her whole frame was shaken with sobs. She crooked her finger. To Spurlock's observing eye, Enschede's wrinkles multiplied and the folds in his clothes. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for. "Wretch!" she cried, "you shall not force me to your hateful purpose. The tapstress was full of curiosity; but she appeared more easy than the others.
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