“Wild horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me out. A boy can forget his amatory troubles playing baseball; but a girl can't find any particular distraction in doing fancy work. We shall have a reg'lar squall afore we gets across. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. “You don’t propose, do you,” she said quietly, “that I should take this man for my husband?” “You can drive him away,” Annabel cried. The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below.
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