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"I wonder," mused St. John, stroking Jill's tumbled hair with his right hand, and holding both hers in his left, "why the governor should have come here and told you what he did? It was putting us all in such a false position, and -- well, I should have considered it an act altogether beneath him."
Jill sighed and nestled unconsciously a little closer to him.