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"Be still, and you'll receive no injury," returned Jackson. “There is some one else whom I care for!” He laughed hardly. The books would be soaked and ruined in the rain anyway through the thin skin of the pack. She was to be handed over with her dowry of three thousand Florins, plus her pet bird, six chickens, her mother’s fine linens, a small book of poetry. Beyond was a chaise longue, covered with cushions and shawls laid anyhow across it, together with a discarded tapestry in the making, and a scattering of woollen threads about it. “I know nothing whatever of his friends or his home. . He had never wanted daughters. “You asked me in to tea,” he protested.
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