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” His voice sounded muffled and heavy, as if he had gone to bed. I'll have a peep at him, if I die for it," she muttered, as she went out. “Do you think he’s still around?” She paused thoughtfully. ’ ‘But, Hilary—’ ‘Don’t you begin, Lucilla, for I won’t stand for it. " "Loved me! You!" "I loved you," continued Jonathan, "and struck by your appearance, which seemed above your station, inquired your history, and found you had been stolen by a gipsy in Lancashire.
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