"It's more than I am," muttered Thames. “I meant it. Very well, then. ’ ‘Ah, but I have a special reason for doing so this time. She was in deadly earnest in everything she did. 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. ” He took a seat by her side. “Would you stand it? I’m going to clear out. ToC Mrs. Kneebone and Mr.
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