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At length, however, she threw herself off; and Jack carefully guiding the rope she landed in safety. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. I know life. Carefully abstaining from thrusting against each other, Ann Veronica and her father began an absurdly desperate struggle, the one to open the door, the other to keep it fastened. It made me wake up, and there I lay thinking of you, spending your nights up here all alone, and no one to look after you.
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