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" "You are offering your hand to me?" "Without reservations. You would steal from me then the only man I ever cared a snap of the fingers about. "She is in his power, and I am here, chained hand and foot, unable to assist her. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. I said intensity of perception. You called her a wanton!" "Because I had every reason to believe she was one. I believe I am doomed to be an old maid. Keep up the clamour for five minutes, and I'll finish it.
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