’ ‘I thought so,’ Gerald said with satisfaction. " "You would purchase it at the price of your head," replied Jonathan, knitting his brows. “Dear me,” she said, “I fancy you exaggerate my fame. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. Sanguine they were not. To be alone with her, in idleness, was an intolerable thought.
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