But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. " "Puppy-love. "Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl. " Jack was about to comply; but not liking the man's manner, he walked on. He then unlocked a cabinet, opened a secret drawer, and, lifter ransacking its contents, discovered a paper he was in search of, and a glove. ’ ‘I do. He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment. That had shut him up for a while.
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