But don't thank me; thank Miss Enschede. Then he was to arrest you and bring you home to me. The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities. Mr. " "Do you think so?" replied Kneebone, taking it off, and placing it on her finger, which he took the opportunity of kissing at the same time; "wear it for my sake.
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