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‘I should not dream of forcing my attentions on you. "He is all alone. Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale. Sir John stood upon the threshold. "Mother!" cried the son, "help!" "What is this?" shrieked Lady Trafford, raising herself on the couch, and extending her hands towards him. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. Now, it was a wilderness of weeds. " "Mad as you are, you're the more sensible of the two, I must say," rejoined Jonathan.
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