If he laid his own suspicions boldly before the girl, and in the end the boy came clean, he would always be haunted by the witless cruelty of the act. I said as how I’d tell Mr Jarvis as he wanted to take you away. It wasn’t. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. For Mr Jarvis was beside himself when the letter come from Mr Charvill and he knew he’d lost you as well as Miss Mary. He has no imagination, no real generosity. Annabel, I cannot believe it.
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