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Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. Kneebone—she was too well acquainted; having, more than once, been obliged to repel his advances; and, though his impertinence would have given her little concern at another season, it now added considerably to her distraction. "Mr. "Spare me!" he groaned, looking upwards. It will be his interest to do so. Sheppard had been interred. “Dear friend,” she said, “this is a matter which you must leave to me to do as I think best.
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