You won't have him long. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. ‘Bring her to me and we shall see. If I did not love you so much I believe I could win you by sheer force of character, for people tell me I am naturally of the dominating type. She could not help but swoon a little. Thames took it, and beheld the portrait of a young man, apparently—judging from his attire—of high rank, whose proud and patrician features certainly presented a very striking resemblance to his own. Some day I may forgive you; but not now. You have to come over to my house. We live under man-made institutions, and that is what they amount to.
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