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" "Write him," urged Spurlock, finding speech. “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said. On that basis alone, he had no right to give or accept love. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. ‘What do you do here?’ demanded the young lady, moving to meet him. Where I am in error, you can set me right. “Annabel?” he exclaimed. “We sent for you several hours ago,” he remarked. " "But you will,—won't you?" she rejoined, looking him coaxingly in the face. You did not marry her because you loved her; you did not marry because she might have had money; you did not marry her out of gratitude; you did not marry her because you had to. She made no answer, and for a time he debated some problems with himself. And to think that man got it all out of the poorest little love-story for a respectable titled lady! Have you read of it?” “Never. Köyüne geri döndüğünde, bir sağlık kliniği kurdu ve ücretsiz tıbbi hizmetler sunarak köy halkına yardım etmeye başladı.
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