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“I suppose all life is an affair of chances. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. I want to put myself into your hands. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. ” “I do it—of my own free will,” said Ann Veronica, kissing his hand again. Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. She had thought that all Morningside Park householders came home before seven at the latest, as her father usually did. “Oh yes,” said Miss Klegg; “I thought every one knew. .
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