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“You don’t propose, do you,” she said quietly, “that I should take this man for my husband?” “You can drive him away,” Annabel cried. “That sounds interesting. Only the major won’t have it, and we’ve to bide by what the major says. It was horrible, but she must do it. Now it is—’ ‘What are you doing still here, missie, that’s what I’d like to know?’ demanded the man Trodger, sticking to his guns. There isn’t. “Oh, John, please!” “You are already leaving me. ’ ‘I thought so,’ Gerald said with satisfaction. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other.
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