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And he departed, just as Wood, who had become alarmed by Thames's long absence, made his appearance with a blunderbuss in his hand. “I do not know you,” she said coldly. In after years you can return to your own country—to your friends. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love.
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