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She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps
and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in
and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from
the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or
embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. "To Newgate," cried Jonathan, putting his head out of the window. Truth
to tell, more damage had been done in the enthusiastic chase carried out by the
militiamen detailed to catch it. He became a little more personal and
intimate. “Nigel, Nigel,” she cried. But, since I've seen the friend and companion of my childhood, Thames Darrell,
I've no heart for it.
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