Mr. I’ve told them all that was necessary, but I— wanted to ask your pardon—for having made myself a nuisance to you, and for breaking into your rooms—and to thank you—the doctor says you bound up my wound—or I should have bled to death. I had been about as foolish and selfish as a girl could be. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. He’s nice. '—'Pretty well,' says I; 'you're not badly off at the Friars, for that matter. “Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet.
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