I’m afraid I’m a terribly clumsy fellow. But he didn’t marry her. There haven't been so many ladies in the Lodge since the days of Claude Du Val, the gentleman highwayman; and they all declare it'll break their hearts if he's scragged. The day was so darkly overcast that she had to turn on the small white porcelain lamp that sat upon the makeup crowded vanity. There was a very substantial profit in the transaction, for he paid the natives in commodities—coloured cotton cloths, pipes and tobacco, guns and ammunition, household utensils, cutlery and glass gewgaws.
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