“How do you feel?” she asked. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way. Mother—dear mother!" he added, clasping her in his arms, "Look at me again. The proposal is so far from being exorbitant, that it should be trebled if I had not a fellow-feeling in the cause. "Lost no time on the road—eh!—I didn't expect you till to-morrow at the earliest.
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