His spirits began to rise. The ring's yours, and you're mine. Friday was not a big dinner night at the Beck house. He held her eyes. She wished she had not stood up. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. “Still, since it is better to tell you, Sir John is very much in earnest, but his respectability is something altogether too overpowering. ” “You remembered. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them; and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out of his course.
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