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’ ‘Don’t you believe it. I hardly see you anymore. This intercourse, which had been planned to warm Ann Veronica to a familiar affection with Ramage, was certainly warming Ramage to a constantly deepening interest in Ann Veronica. T’weren’t fitting, we knew that. Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. "Oh, God! that I might die too," cried Jack, falling on his knees beside her.
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