’ ‘You see, I am of them,’ she said seriously, ‘but not with them—yet. “It is like old times,” she said, “to hear these home truths. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. You might even tire of me by then, you know. But if I escape, my gratitude—" "Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support.
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