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Jonathan, though a very powerful man, was like an infant in his gripe. “You delicate female!” “Who cares,” said Ann Veronica, “seeing it’s you? Warm, soft little wonders! Of course I want them. He has nothing to fall back upon, no substitute; but a woman always has the mother love. The watermen, who manned the larger wherry, immediately shipped their oars, grappled with the drifting skiff, and held it fast. "Hark 'ee, Ben," said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipe upon the hob; "you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross the Thames to-night.
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