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But you belong to me—and I want you. Go quickly and call him. To use it as a passport to card-tables and gin-bottles! McClintock wasn't having any guests; at any rate, he had not mentioned the fact. . Lost in thought, Lucy barely heard Mrs. "Only my darbies," returned Jack, clinking his chains. She could see that she was now the exclusive object of the boy’s attention. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters.
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