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If a cart were coming, or those labourers in the field had heard, escape was impossible. “Do you remember the mountains? Do you remember how we loved one another? How intensely we loved one another! Do you remember the light on things and the glory of things? I’m greedy, I’m greedy! I want children like the mountains and life like the sky. Sooner or later she’s going to run away again, and I want Frith to follow her and find out where she’s living. After all, his was a pleasant face, and a pleasant voice, and very likely Annabel had behaved badly. “Dear John,” she whispered. Three times she escaped. I’m a soldier, you see.
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