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Poor Mr Goodwood! Ralph sighed. Her only idea seems to be to get rid of him, Henrietta went on. Poor Mr Goodwood! Ralph repeated. The exclamation, it must be confessed, was automatic; it failed exactly to express his thoughts, which were taking another line. You dont say that as if you felt it. I dont believe you care. Ah, said Ralph, you must remember that I dont know this interesting young manthat Ive never seen him. Well, I shall see him, and I shall tell him not to give up. If I didnt believe Isabel would come round, Miss Stackpole addedwell, Id give up myself. I mean Id give her up! |
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