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I wanted to have something to give up. There’s always friction, conflict, unwilling concessions. “What if you get pregnant?” His worry came to a quick fruition. Besides, revenge is sweetened by delay; and I indulge too freely in the passion to rob it of any of its zest. ‘Danged if I ever hear the like! A Frenchie is what you are, and there ain’t no granddaughter Charvill no more. You simply can't get good oil down there, so I must husband the few drams I carry. I don’t want to Bowdlerize Shakespeare. She passed inside and upstairs without a word.
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