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Moved as I was by Annie's tears, and gentle style of coaxing, and most of all by my love for her, I yet declared that I could not go, and leave our house and homestead, far less my dear mother and Lizzie, at the mercy of the merciless Doones.
"Is that all your objection, John? " asked Annie, in her quick panting way: "would you go but for that, John?"