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That is the part you mean, is it not? I know all that poem very nearly by heart." "Well, you know that's better than a farmer's common niece," says Jack, consolingly. "Do not try to make me any commonplace speeches," says Rodney, marking her hesitation. He speaks hastily, yet with evident difficulty. "I am dying. Nothing, can alter that. But death has brought you to my side again, so I cannot repine.".
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