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. ‘She is a maid only, and I do not believe she has married Emile. Then suddenly her spirit rose in revolt. “Because I hate you!” She spat. The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her mouth hardened. Gerald lost his head. She come home within a few months of the wedding. You women, with your tricks of evasion, you’re a sex of swindlers.
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