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He loved Ann Veronica, he said; he was so mad to have her that he defeated himself, and did crude and alarming and senseless things. She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. . A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention.
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