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You would steal from me then the only man I ever cared a snap of the fingers about. Behind the poet came Sir James Thornhill. Beyond was a chaise longue, covered with cushions and shawls laid anyhow across it, together with a discarded tapestry in the making, and a scattering of woollen threads about it. The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains. “I will have your true reason. “I heard the clock strike as I crossed the square,” she answered. If you don’t eat humble-pie now you may live to fare worse later. "You do love me?" "God knows how much!" Suddenly he laid his head on her shoulder.
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