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“My dear,” she began, with an affectionate hand on Ann Veronica’s shoulder, “I do SO wish you would realize how it grieves your father. "We've heard coming and going. "What does he say?" roared the long drover. “I want an engagement. In fact, Kimble was drowsily awake when she entered the little bedchamber, the state of which left a good deal to be desired, even without the added debris arising from tending a wounded man. She could even think of what had happened. She turned about, and was persecuted by visions, half memories, half dreams, of Ramage. Instead, she laughed, laughed with lips and eyes, laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks. It is of no use. Oh! my dear, dear son, be warned in time.
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