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“I am happy. It must be my fault that you have not learnt that your husband is the man to come to—at such a time as this. ’ He did as she bid him, and was very soon rewarded by the discovery of an oval miniature, encased in gold. Let me go, Sir. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. With his foodle doo! This carpenter he had a wife, The plague and torment of his life, Who, though she did her husband scold, Loved well a woollen-draper bold. “I am glad,” she told herself, “I came. We fixed that. Let me see now. “Election be hanged!” he exclaimed. They were bathing in the stream. Sheppard's dress—extremely neat and clean, but simply fashioned, and of the plainest and most unpretending material,—offered nothing assailable; and her demeanour was so humble, and her looks so modest, that—if she had been ill-looking—she might, possibly, have escaped the shafts of malice preparing to be levelled against her.
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