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But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand. . His father was one of my old customers, and I am happy to find his son treading in his steps. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. Very likely you will disapprove highly of what I have done—I wonder? You may, perhaps, think I have done it just in a fit of childish petulance because my father locked me in when I wanted to go to a ball of which he did not approve. Nothing else matters.
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