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He could quite understand the daughter of Mr. On his return to the room, Jonathan purposely left the door of the Well Hole ajar. . Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. Most of my successes in life have been made with a sort of reckless vigor. He patted the hand on his sleeve. Goodbye.
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