"You will make me the happiest of mankind," cried the woollen-draper, falling on his knees, and seizing her hand, which he devoured with kisses. But he was destined to have every tide of feeling awakened—every wound opened. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag.
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