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The Hermit of Far End

CHAPTER XVIII
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All at once, he had gathered her up into his arms, and, holding her face pressed close against his own, was pouring into her ears a torrent of burning, passionate words of love--love triumphant, worshipping, agonizing, and last of all, brokenly, desperately abandoning all right or claim.
"And I've got to live without you.

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die without you.

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