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It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. Then he stood up and repeated it again. And you think I would marry you?’ ‘Why not? I am unworthy, eh? Because I am a servant. “I wonder if they will seem altered,” she remarked for the third time. And, come what will, I'll balk him of the satisfaction of hanging me.
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