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‘What?’ Appalled, Gerald could only gaze at her. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees,
now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. Die, indeed! We’re going to do work; we’re going to
unfold about each other; we’re going to have children. “Have to go now. “What was that?” she asked sharply. ”
“And our destinations also, it seems,” she added, smiling. ‘To read and write, of course, and to sew. "
He stuffed the printed chintz into her arms and smiled into her eyes. Anything in the least
irregular is like poison to him. Wanted a clean sweep for elbowroom. "As like as life. Figg," replied Jack, smiling; "for, before I'm taken to
Tyburn, I mean to borrow a shirt for the occasion from you. ‘You are jealous!’
‘Yes,’ he agreed simply.
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