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Anna hailed a bus. "On my soul, yes," rejoined Jonathan. His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. ‘Couldn’t even trouble to make a pretence of motherhood. Some one had once, in his hearing, called him a prig. He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands. “Touch a hair on his head and you will insure that I will never make love to you again. “What’s going on with you?” John asked inquisitively, looking down at her abdomen. Then she realized that it was her business to let Manning talk and impose his own interpretations upon the situation so far as he was concerned.
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