"An American. She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. She did not remember him, but he said that he had introduced himself to her when she was visiting the butcher's family. 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. "Then you ought to be thankful to me for the warning. It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. It is queer how ideas pop into one's head.
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