Only Gwen left a letter on the pincushion. I tell you what, Thames," he added, flinging himself carelessly into a chair, "I'd give my right hand,—and that's no light offer for a carpenter's 'prentice,—if that little minx were half as fond of me as she is of you. And yet that could not be: it was a confession only in the event of his death. She offers me no explanation, permits me absolutely no hope. She said you HAD some money. "Dear me!" she added, as she pledged the amorous woollen-draper, "what a beautiful ring that is. " CHAPTER IX. "One-and-twenty, ah!" repeated Gay. "I wouldn't give a betel-nut for a man who wouldn't stick to his guns, if he believed himself in the right.
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