But if I escape, my gratitude—" "Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully. There it is. ‘Been led up the garden path by that confounded rapscallion. ‘My papa he does not wish me to marry the man I choose, and thus he places me in the convent that the nuns may lock me up and I cannot escape. A couple of gilt straight-backed chairs only.
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