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‘I only wish I might have won her confidence. "Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. Leave me behind: I'm not afraid. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. “What do we want? What is the goal?” asked Ann Veronica. He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. "Your mother is dead," interposed Wild, scowling. A neighbor stopped by as the day wore on, causing her to duck and cower as he rang the doorbell over and over. "As long as you please, Sir," answered the matron, dropping a curtsey.
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