” He sidled toward her, but she recoiled from him, leaving him in possession of the hearth-rug. To-morrow morning I shall have made up my mind what to do. ‘Don’t dare address me by such a title. " There was a pause. " "I hope you never may, my love," humbly acquiesced the carpenter.
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