There's the grand laced coat he wore at his trial, which I intend for my wedding-dress. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. Mother had met with him two years before to begin the process of finding a match. You won't refuse me, I'm sure; so no more need be said about the matter.
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