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Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. It was really very nice of you, but to-morrow you will laugh at it as I do now. CHAPTER VI. ‘Oh, peste. It would not have been for her an anomaly to read a love story in which there were no kisses. It seemed to her in her restored geniality that she liked Manning extremely. She could not resist enduing persons she met with the noble attributes of the fictional characters. "We have had a sad loss, my dear Winifred," he began,—"for I must use the privilege of an old friend, and address you by that familiar name,—we have had a sad loss in the death of your lamented parent, whose memory I shall for ever revere.
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