" "Anything, my dear," replied Wood, "What is it?" "Bury us together in one grave in Willesden churchyard. Wood, who had recovered her good humour, quitted the room she bestowed a hearty embrace on Thames, and she told him laughingly, that she would "defer all she had to propose to him until to-morrow. I’ve got nothing to do for a month but think. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. "My name will only be remembered as that of a robber," he mused; "but it shall be remembered as that of a bold one: and this night's achievement, if it does nothing else, shall prevent me from being classed with the common herd of depredators. And when Mr. Brown strode to center stage and Lucy quieted the instruments with a gesture. Och! many a mug o' bubb have I drained wi' the landlord, Joe Hind. She wondered why he was so distinctive, so unlike other men, and it never occurred to her for some time that this might be because she was falling in love with him. "Weep on, reprobate," cried the carpenter, a little softened. "The men. .
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