‘But you said she was looking for proof. “Dear John,” she whispered. With one or two exceptions, there were no pews; and, as the intercourse with London was then but slight, the seats were occupied almost exclusively by the villagers. “I’ve broken off my engagement,” she said, in a matter-of-fact tone, and found her heart thumping in her neck. "Those chops, fried potatoes, and buttered toast. The tables were then cleared. Beauty has bloomed and faded.
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