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Loose the wherry, and stand to your oars—quick—quick!" These commands were promptly obeyed. She had lost her nerve, and there was no more freedom in London for her that night. ” TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Typesetting and editing of the original book from which this e-text has been transcribed was inconsistent. ” He handed her the phone reluctantly, barely masking his mild disgust. “I’m going for a long tramp, auntie,” she said. But her request was unheeded. She’d prefer that I read classic literature, of course, but she only reads paperback romance novels, so she can’t exactly complain. Take me! take me!" "Before an hour you shall be mine," said Jonathan advancing towards her. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road.
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