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“I cannot conceive,” he said, “how any other occupation could ever have occurred to you. Eggs were procured for her, and she sat out the subsequent emotions and eloquence with the dignity becoming an injured lady of good family. If she could not marry him, she would not marry any one. The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced. A mate? A brother-lover to tromp about the world with? “I cannot. " "Not quite," rejoined the thief-taker, significantly.
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