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Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. When I promised to marry you I thought I could; I thought it was a possible arrangement. Mr. ‘You’re speaking the truth. My mother, I'm sure, didn't intend to hurt your feelings. This whole affair is truly my fault. I have a hundred of them—mixed blood—on my island, and they are always rooking me. Even that he sleeps, I must give to him my thanks, for he has been excessively brave for me.
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