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But I'll not believe it of you. I thank God for the very skin that is peeling from your nose, for all things
great and small that make us what we are. He
felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little
creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest
fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the
separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. Then he goes stony, and beats
his way around the islands for another three months. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of
Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him
long ago.
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