Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. I don’t think I shall ever care for this bonnet again. Do not let her think worse of me than I deserve,—or even so ill. She is not in the least like the descriptions of her. I pledged my thumb that, dead or alive, I'd pay the wager if I lost; and I should like to be as good as my word. “I want my life to be beaten gold just in order to make it a fitting setting for yours.
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