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Meanwhile, the clergyman, bare-headed and in his surplice, advanced to meet them. He tried to make love to me. I wrote three letters yesterday and tore them up. "Where?" "That can wait," she answered. " "Only three days," reiterated the widow, "three short short days,—and then all is over. Care for a hundred up?” Ennison shook his head. I should feel that I had been obliged to find some one else to fight my battles for me.
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