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He embraced her small body in his arms, kissing her forehead over and over. There are men in the Lowndean who laugh at him—simply laugh at him. While the girl kept the patient from dwelling upon his misfortunes, whatever these were, he himself would have to keep the girl from brooding over hers. With a view to raise recruits for his corps, the warlike woollen-draper started for Lancashire, under the colour of a journey on business. All this juncture, a thundering crash was heard against the side of the bridge. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. If I did not love you en désespoir, I would assuredly blow off your head.
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