“Dare!” she said. "You will make me the happiest of mankind," cried the woollen-draper, falling on his knees, and seizing her hand, which he devoured with kisses. Sure, I lose one occasionally—if he stays in New York. . "But, I own, I think it is like. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. “If one half of the stories about Meysey Hill are true,” he answered, “I would not stretch out my little finger to save his life.
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