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’ ‘Damnation!’ Gerald burst out, crossing towards her. The oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. ” “I wish you would use my Christian name,” he said. He knew not what to say, or what to do; and his confusion was increased by the threatening gestures and furious looks of the ruffians in his immediate vicinity. On his return to the room, Jonathan purposely left the door of the Well Hole ajar. To witness this girl sewing on a loose button, flopping the coat about on her knees, tickled his ironic sense of humour; and laughter bubbled into his throat. As soon as he finished a sheet, he tossed it aside and began another.
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