Robert Dow, merchant tailor, it was appointed that the sexton of St. He smiled. There was a huge desk of heavily carved ebony at one end, and at the centre, a couple of straight-backed chairs stood before a great fireplace at the outer wall, flanked by two bookshelves with casement windows above. ‘My papa he does not wish me to marry the man I choose, and thus he places me in the convent that the nuns may lock me up and I cannot escape. He hasn't found himself, as they say. You cannot arrest yourself. There was no marriage, and I hated, oh, how I hated the man.
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