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"She was agitated, my dear young lady, and I have calmed that agitation." "No. I'll see Isabella, and hear what she has to say. She loved Maurice, and will aid me to avenge his death." "Mrs. Dallas. She had missed her daughter and had been seeking for her in a state of terror, surely natural under the circumstances. I found her pacing the veranda, wondering what had become of Isabella.".
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