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. We shall become a prey to the Philistines, and must turn honest in self-defence. Always her prayers ended—'And may my beautiful mother guide me!' No. F. “I hope you realize,” he went on, in a lower and less assured tone, “that I am in earnest—very much in earnest. ’ That wonderful poster—is of you. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them.
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