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" After a moment Spurlock said: "Perhaps I am an ungrateful dog. ” She looked at him with curious eyes. "You shall never behold me alive. You can have no shecrets from me. ” “It seems so—so unworthy”—she picked among her phrases “of the noble love you give—” She stopped, through the difficulty she found in expressing herself. America, the land of rosy apples and snowstorms, beckoned, and she wanted to fly thitherward. "I have nothing to forgive. “We must go. ” She paused, and he waited for her to speak. I don’t mind it. She rode him gently. But d—n him! let's talk o' something more agreeable.
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