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              She, who was standing literally with her back against the wall, gave a little gulp, and that
              was all her answer. Soames went on:
              “Can you really want to live all your days half dead in this little hole ? Come back to me,
              and I’ll give you all you want. You shall live your own life; I swear it.
              II, p. 114.

              I am taking this earliest opportunity of writing to tell you that I am prepared to let bygones
              be bygones if you will return to me at once. I beg you to do so.  II, p. 126.

              We defy you to bore us.  II, p. 103.

              “I beg your pardon for hearing,” he said. ( Jolly ).  II, p. 153.

              Thank you a million times for all your sweetness to me.
              I, p. 360.

              “Both living; it’s all right, I think.”
              Soames stood quite still, covering his eyes.
              “I congratulate you,” he heard doctor say: “It was touch and go.”
              Soames let fall the hand which was covering his face.
              “Thanks,” he said: “thanks very much.”
              II, p. 247.

              She dropped the letter, gase a little shiver, smiled and said: “Dirty!”
              “I quite agree,” said Soames;
              “Degrading. Is it true ?”
              III, p, 140.

              “Are you going to do what I say ?”
              “I refuse to tell you.”
              III, p. 140.
              I admit nothing, but I am not going to be dead, Soames, at my age; so you had better be
              quite, I tell you.
               I myself will make no scandal, now. Now, I am not saying any more whatever you do.
              III, p. 141.

              There shall be no more such letters, I promise you. That is enough.
              III, p. 141.

              “But why not tell them ? They can’t really stop us, Fleur ?”
              “They can! I tell you, they can.”
               III

              Fleur’s whuspered: “Make her ! Promise oh! Jon, try!” seemed children in his ear. He felt
              curiously old.
              “I promise!” he muttered. “Only, you don’t understand.”
              III, p. 204.
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