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I came to beg you instead to do me the honour of becoming my wife. In any event, I would not have let her escape me so easily. "Then it's all over with us. There's a friend of Sir James—a young man, an engraver of masquerade tickets and caricatures,—his name I believe is Hogarth. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. Any financial return was inconsiderable against the promise of this psychological treat. A neighbor stopped by as the day wore on, causing her to duck and cower as he rang the doorbell over and over.
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