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By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them; and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out of his course. “I have never forgotten. She could have kissed Cathy. ‘I am Major Gerald Alderley of the West Kent Militia. Let me run you for six months. She seemed honestly glad to see him. "A little suffering will do him good. " "How does Jack bear it?" inquired Mrs. ‘Jacques, where are you hurt?’ But as she asked the question, she saw the wound.
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