. "Curse him!" muttered Abraham. She could hear him from the lower floor as he locked the gates and drew up the wooden part of the bridge. Good-bye aunt. “You were never born,” he declared, “to follow the well worn roads. That is what marriage is to most young women: the ultimate escape from the family, from the unwritten laws that govern children. "I have dreamed that I shall see him before I die," she rejoined. "He is," replied a portly personage, arrayed in a gorgeous yellow brocade dressing-gown, lined with cherry-coloured satin, and having a crimson velvet cap, surmounted by a gold tassel, on his head.
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