" Her son complied, and sat down upon the patch-work coverlet beside her. The roofs and gables of many of the houses had been torn off. If he recovers he may not accuse her. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of marrying you, when he grows old enough. "I'll not believe it. " So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate. He wondered if the young fool had any idea of what he had drawn in this tragic lottery called marriage. Nice goings on.
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