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"Your father—poor imbecile!—believes we ran away together. Capes went first, finding footholds and, where the drops in the strataedges came like long, awkward steps, placing Ann Veronica’s feet. “You cannot! Oh, you cannot. " "Won't you go?" cried Jack passionately.
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