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“I wonder,” she said, “how much you care. “Very likely,” he answered. Her eyes where glassy and shining. . On weighing the matter over, he grew so uneasy that he resolved to descend, and inform him of his misgivings. She picked up the hand cannon. It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. It is but a wild threat. “Don’t we all rather humbug about the coarseness? All we women, I mean,” said she. Lest the carpenter should be taxed with too much uxoriousness, it behoves us to ascertain whether the personal attractions of his helpmate would, in any degree, justify the devotion he displayed. Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands.
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