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No one will ever love you as I love you now. Too close, he reasoned, for safety. “I’ll be here at one in the morning. ” “We might even have—given it up for them!” “I wonder if we could. Should it e'er be my lot to ride backwards that way, At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay; I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl, And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul! Whatever may hap, I'll taste of the tap, To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of St. ’ A strangled sob escaped her as his thumb dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her wrist.

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