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"One of you fly to the market," returned Jonathan; "another to the river; a third to the New Mint. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. ’ ‘I chose to come with you, miss,’ Jack interrupted more firmly. Her fingers were bursting through her gloves, as if to get at once into touch with Ann Veronica. I dared not sing, I dared not laugh, except when you went away.
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