“But perhaps I want to confess them. “I want to speak to you about a little thing, Vee,” said Mr. A fever of shame ran through her being. I don’t suppose you could tell me even the derivation of suffrage if I asked you. 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.
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