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The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. “I will do whatever you want,” said Ann Veronica. " "Loved me! You!" "I loved you," continued Jonathan, "and struck by your appearance, which seemed above your station, inquired your history, and found you had been stolen by a gipsy in Lancashire. ” “Why not?” “Free woman—and equal. Oh, I know.
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