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"Loved me! You!"
"I loved you," continued Jonathan, "and struck by your appearance, which
seemed above your station, inquired your history, and found you had been stolen
by a gipsy in Lancashire. You may enjoy your
pride, your arrogance—in a coffin. “Every one raves about her,” Lady Angela continued. She untucked his starched shirt,
running her hands along his smooth torso and
underneath his arms. ”
“YOU ASKED YOUR FATHER FOR A REASON!” said Miss Miniver, with
great intensity. ”
“Because your nerves were exposed, that was no excuse for my touching
them. People were not slaves to their
gods as they are now, oppressed and unhappy, chained to
their mortality and suffering so that they may one day
enter an imaginary Heaven. But you must
come this way now. It's too hard. Some day I may forgive you; but not now. I daresay you have the whole thing wrong, Gerald. I'm about to leave this country for ever.
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