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You could not have aided and assisted us more effectively by trying to drown yourself in the sea. “What’s wrong with having witchcraft books? Is she afraid that the Princeton Hill villagers will burn you at stake?” Lucy asked sarcastically. A drunken idea, Ah Cum had called it. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence, the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. Knap. Except he was the only idiot who would stay. God! I have cheated myself into a belief that the boy perished! And now my worst fears are realized —he lives!" "As yet," returned Jonathan, with fearful emphasis. He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him.
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