‘Suppose you don’t know what sort of proof she was after?’ he asked. We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. ’ So saying, he pulled her forward, slipping her arms about his back. "Ay, ay," rejoined Sheppard; "he may do what he pleases,—hang me, if he thinks proper,—if you wish it. Her new husband was pleased to watch the astonished look on her face as tray after tray appeared on the grand table, each better than the next.
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