Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can promise you. " "Loved me! You!" "I loved you," continued Jonathan, "and struck by your appearance, which seemed above your station, inquired your history, and found you had been stolen by a gipsy in Lancashire. It was explosive and gratifying. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. At first she thought that the woman was just a servant.
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