I tell you what, Thames," he added, flinging himself carelessly into a chair, "I'd give my right hand,—and that's no light offer for a carpenter's 'prentice,—if that little minx were half as fond of me as she is of you. There was a moment’s breathless and disappointed silence. But—” The tired woman raised her eyebrows in mild protest. It isn’t as though I haven’t done well. Dinner was quite uneventful. As he entered the shop, a tall portly personage advanced to meet him, whom he at once recognised as the present proprietor. She looked down tassels of his shiny shoes with a scowl. Mr. I thought that I was marrying Meysey Hill, not that creature. . Annabel thought, and thought again.
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