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Oh, Heavens; that I should have ever indulged a hope of happiness while that terrible man lives!" "Compose yourself, Joan," said Wood; "all will yet be well. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. We struggle against it at first, but in the end we have to submit. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. “Stop,” he said. It is Anna again who stands between me and ruin.
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