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There she would wander about in the kindly darkness. I fancy that Sir John does not approve of me. Give me your hand. I tell you what, Thames," he added, flinging himself carelessly into a chair, "I'd give my right hand,—and that's no light offer for a carpenter's 'prentice,—if that little minx were half as fond of me as she is of you. He had been formally adopted by the Becks at the age of twelve. ToC "How do you mean to act, Sir?" inquired Trenchard, as soon as they were left alone. It would have been a crisis anyhow, but it was complicated in Ann Veronica’s mind by the fact that a letter lay on the breakfast-table from Mr.
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