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” “Blood of my heart!” whispered Capes, holding her close to him. Here was a little corner of the past—a tragic corner. unless a copyright notice is included. The farmer had become obsessed with her and asked her to marry. “A ballot-box, you know,” he said, “is very largely just a box. In the next place, she really had some pretensions to beauty. ” She dropped back into a crouching attitude and began to weep. “You must tell me the truth, please. He shook his head all the time. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. He had thought it might have that effect.
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