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Thames sat with Winifred's hand clasped in his own, and commenced a recital of his adventures, which may be briefly told. "I used to cry myself to sleep, Hoddy, I was so forlorn and lonely. "What shall I say? Shall I tell you, or shall I leave you in the dark—as I must always leave her? What shall I say except that I am accursed of men? Yes; I have loved something—her mother. Her face scarcely reflected his enthusiasm. “I thought you weren’t getting along so well with your mother these days. She pointed across the road.
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