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. One of her duties, after she had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going to bed. Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the secret stairs. She moaned as he buried himself completely to the hilt. It is that, is it not?” “No,” he answered readily. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest. Her cheeks were aflame. Gashes on his arms were already beginning to heal and disappear.
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