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He replied, \"Want to go sit down somewhere?\" \"Sure. "Well—well," grumbled Jonathan, "I suppose I must be content. “No doubt about that,” Meddoes continued. You make a game with me, imbecile. Certainly you have a reason. You have nothing more to fear from Wild. " As he said this, in a low and mournful, but firm voice, the tears gathered thickly in Winifred's dark eyelashes. He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. .
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