To her chagrin, he ignored her, and turned a venomous eye on his betrothed. “Your teeth are chattering! I’ll make you some hot chocolate!” Cathy cried. " "Well, then," returned the ruffian, "to put you out o' suspense, as the topsman remarked to poor Tom Sheppard, afore he turned him off, I'm come to make you an honourable proposal o' marriage. Use the gilt, man!" "There's no need of picklock or crow-bar, here, Mr. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. He smiled complacently. She aimed directly at Rhea’s head. If only to say goodbye.
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