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You must
think of this evening, John, sometimes—as a sort of atonement. Gregory B. "I disown you. Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had
her own babies. ”
“And you?” Annabel exclaimed. “Do you think it is fair of you to
persecute me just now?”
“It is not persecution, Anna,” he answered gently. Do I, Bess, eh?"
"Nobody whatever, love," replied Edgeworth Bess; "nobody but me, dear. She could feel her face turning beet red. But he was at last
persuaded that I mean you no harm, and that I might—just possibly, since I am
both a gentleman and a major of militia—be able to be of more assistance to you
than he himself.
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