207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. It had been a part of the vast domain of the servants in the house’s earlier incarnation. Spare me yet a little while, Father! not for my own sake, but for the sake of this poor babe. A few bricks, dislodged probably by his last descent, came clattering down the chimney, and as it was perfectly dark, gave him the notion that some one was endeavouring to force an entrance into the room. The truth at once flashed across his mind.
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