Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of marrying you, when he grows old enough. CHAPTER XXXII. Her soft brown eyes, inherited from Larry, warmed an already pretty face. " "My dear," observed Wood, "you should be more charitable—" "Charitable!" repeated his wife, "that's your constant cry. She pulled him down by his lapels and arched her head readily towards his neck. I sha’n’t care a rap if we can never marry. “It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture. The four tourists contributed varied sums: the spinsters ten cents each, the girl a shilling, the young man a Mexican dollar.
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