"I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly. The smile had become a laugh. But men are often blind to rings. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. And as he walked by her side they began a wrangle that was none the less pleasant to Ann Veronica because it served to banish a disagreeable preoccupation. I do not think that you will dare to marry anybody else.
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