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"Vot are you?" "Practising patience," growled Abraham. If I did not love you so much I believe I could win you by sheer force of character, for people tell me I am naturally of the dominating type. \" He took his milk and cookies to bed. She would wake in the night to repeat her bitter cry: “Oh, why did I burn those notes?” It added greatly to the annoyance of the situation that she had twice seen Ramage in the Avenue since her return to the shelter of her father’s roof. I'll try to think better of him in future. “You were born for great things,” he said huskily. He waved a hand toward the sea. " "Vot o' that?" chuckled Abraham. “I do love you.
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