After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by the carpenter to his sleeping apartment—a comfortable cosy chamber; such a one, in short, as can only be met with in the country, with its dimity-curtained bed, its sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean white furniture, and an atmosphere breathing of freshness. Well, after all, he seemed to be turning the subject. And then! a garment that was conceivably a secondary skirt. " "O Heavens!" screamed Winifred, while her father lifted up his hands in silent horror. And the woollen-draper departed. I don’t mind telling you chaps that except on the stage I haven’t set eyes on her this side of the water.
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