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They loitered under trees, they sat on mossy banks they gossiped on friendly
benches, they came back to lunch at the “Star and Garter,” and talked their
afternoon away in the garden that looks out upon the crescent of the river. "Are you my son? Are you
Jack?"
"I am," replied Jack. ”
Suppose in some complex yet conceivable way women were endowed, were no
longer economically and socially dependent on men. S. No, don’t let me call myself that. ‘What a fate he finds for me. William Kneebone,
Of me, Sir, you shall never be bone. She closed the book that she
had been pretending to read and gathered her black
umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she
despised. There haven't been so many ladies in
the Lodge since the days of Claude Du Val, the gentleman highwayman; and
they all declare it'll break their hearts if he's scragged.
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