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“I do not suppose he will be home till late. He embraced her small body in his arms, kissing her forehead over and over. ‘Maybe not,’ Gerald conceded, ‘but I’m damned if I herald my approach with a lot of unnecessary blundering about in the dark. She was definitely following him. “I”—he seemed to have a difficulty with the word—“I love you. Mark yourself as a charitable man and you’ll be rewarded here and in Heaven. But she was not there. Traversing Angel Court, and Green Arbour Court,—celebrated as one of Goldsmith's retreats,—he speedily reached Seacoal Lane, and pursuing the same course, which he and Thames had formerly taken, arrived at the yard at the back of Jonathan's habitation. Still, there certainly was something in the idea of a treaty.
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