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" "Mr. Here, it might be anything at all. I hope you won’t think less of me, you’ve treated me so well. His mother used to live i' this village, just down yonder; but when her son took to bad ways, she went distracted,—and now she's i' Bedlam, I've heerd. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. I said I knew he disliked and distrusted you and your work—that you shared all Russell’s opinions: he hates Russell beyond measure—and that we couldn’t possibly face a conventional marriage. His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop. An admirable alternative presented itself and she sighed, spreading her hands. "You may die afterwards as soon as you please," retorted Jonathan; "but live till then you shall.
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