” She stopped buttoning her glove, and looked at him. Crossing several fields, newly mown, or filled with lines of tedded hay, she arrived, not without great exertion, at the summit of a hill. His arms were naturally big and his chest was covered with a smattering of soft hairs. “Why on earth did you TELL me?” he cried. ’ ‘Yes, it’s all my fault,’ he agreed soothingly, ‘and you may rail at me presently as much as you please. Jonathan, though a very powerful man, was like an infant in his gripe.
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