" "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. He’ll survive. Wood, whose admiration for masculine beauty was by no means abated, glanced at the well-proportioned figure of the young man, and made him a very civil salutation. I want to be very plain with you. “You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it deserves, Ferringhall,” he remarked. “You will pardon me, sir,” he said in a subdued tone, “but I think that you have forgotten to look at your engagement book. Under the plumed hat, her eye kindled. Sometimes I tremble, Anna, to think how near I came to passing through life without a single glimpse, a moment’s revelation of this greatest and most awful of mysteries, the mystery of primaeval nature. Across that world was written in letters of light, “Endowment of Motherhood. He made a movement toward her, and then recalled the circumstances of their last conversation in that study.
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