’ ‘But you don’t look anything like her,’ burst out Mrs Ibstock. “Promise me that you’ll never tell another living soul, John. I mystify you; I can see that. Come along, you mad jade. " "Loved me! You!" "I loved you," continued Jonathan, "and struck by your appearance, which seemed above your station, inquired your history, and found you had been stolen by a gipsy in Lancashire. "If this document is correct," continued Wood, "and I am persuaded it is so,— you are as unfortunate as wicked.
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