I did not even know where to write and thank you. She opened and read it at once. "Granted it were as you say, Jack," said Wild;—"and I sha'n't take the trouble to contradict you—the estates would be yours hereafter. ” “But I can’t do that. This was the bitterest hour he had ever known. A little Madeira seemed to recover her enough to resume the discussion. She never questioned the motives of the characters; she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did correct his lapses in colour.
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