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I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. He then stamped upon the hand on the lower bannister, until that also relaxed its gripe. Capes, do you think. 'He that woos a maid',— fol-de-rol—(hiccupping). The little girl uttered no remonstrance; but, replacing the flowers in the basket, burst into tears, and withdrew. She did most urgently desire to save her face in Morningside Park, and for long hours she could think of no way of putting it that would not be in the nature of unconditional admission of defeat.
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