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” “A man does,” said Manning—“a true man, anyhow. Your life is like a funeral March. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. You say you love me and want to marry, but those are strong, potent words, words meant to last a lifetime. She caught the fact that it was something more than strong drink that laid you out. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. “Perhaps, as I’ve only just arrived,” she remarked, “I might be forgiven if I do not change my skirt. "Oh! you men! you men! Once get a thing into your head, and nothing will beat it out.
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