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Her heart swelled to suffocation. F. Wood having laid hold of the canvass-bag. And yet—Wait a little, you’d better have every bit of it. “I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. I shall quit this roof to-morrow. Did she suppose him a possible pretender to her daughter’s hand? The girl—Dorothée, if memory served—was clearly marriageable, but he imagined most of these unhappy exiles were all but penniless. Dump instantly complied, and as soon as Jack was removed from the sacred edifice, his person was searched from head to foot—but without success. Annabel laughed a little uneasily. After all, if one could wait twenty years or more in between bouts of lovemaking, one could certainly wait a few more days. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey.
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