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"I loved you," replied Jack,—"don't start—it is over now—I loved you, I say, as a boy. John sat pensively in the back of his best friend's mother's minivan, piloted by his best friend Mark. Had I not known that you and your affianced bride are dearer to him than life I should have used this money to secure my own safety. He had deliberately saved it for last. “I think,” she said, “that I will tell you everything. ‘That is what she wants, is it?’ ‘Do you blame her?’ he said stiffly. I am on my way to an aunt who lives in Hartford, Connecticut. He had set out to win her, and she had let him start. “Then you need to find someone else. ‘You see, it is that my papa, he is without sympathy,’ said the lady sadly. Her father’s ideas of expostulation were a little harsh and forcible, and over the claret-colored table-cloth and under the gas chandelier, with his hat and umbrella between them like the mace in Parliament, he and his daughter contrived to have a violent quarrel. What is it you’re after? Money, I suppose. You fooled me this morning; but I overheard two old maids talking about you and the young man. He occupied one of the smaller houses near the station.
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