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‘Come, Hilary. She doesn't love you; she hasn't the least idea what it means beyond what she has read in novels. My parents would have given me the money, so that is exactly why I didn’t ask them. At the same moment a martial flourish, proceeding from cow's horns, tin canisters filled with stones, bladders and cat-gut, with other sprightly, instruments, was struck up, and, enlivened by this harmonious accompaniment, the troop reached its destination in the best possible spirits for an encounter. Now she was to be married to him and it horrified her. She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. Enjoy.
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