“Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. . \" She whirled around by instinct, frightening the boy who she had borrowed the pencil from. ‘Martha was my wet-nurse? But she is unmarried. She was obliged to concede that his features were pleasing, his strength and vitality attractive; and there was no denying how well this uniform of a militia suited his figure, which was lean and powerful both.
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