She's fine. However, to cut a long matter short, my proposal's this: —I've taken a fancy to your bantling, and, as I've no son of my own, if it meets with your concurrence and that of Mrs. Wood, who had recovered her good humour, quitted the room she bestowed a hearty embrace on Thames, and she told him laughingly, that she would "defer all she had to propose to him until to-morrow. That’s Italians for you. I’ve had a headache all day. ’ ‘Gammon!’ burst from the captain, who had just tossed off a glass of Madeira. Some man! And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to emphasize his point. He wouldn’t like it if people did it to him. " "And were I in yours," rejoined the woollen-draper, "I should be doubly apprehensive, because he's a professed friend. The two girls put on shoes and started walking towards the north side of town. Entering the workshop, he found the blacksmith occupied in heating the tire of a cart wheel.
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