“Were you ever in love, aunt?” she asked. Courtlaw stood up. "As you please, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan, with affected indifference; "but I'm not going to hunt the deer for another to eat the ven'son, depend on 't. She meditated long and carefully upon her letter to her father before she wrote it, and gravely and deliberately again before she despatched it. He got off at Canal, and she exited behind the crowd. I admired your chivalry. "Don't mention it," returned Wood, in the conciliatory tone of one who admits he has been in the wrong; "your explanation is perfectly satisfactory. You have only to look resolute and proceed upon your way. Sorry. To be sure, he was attentive, respectful; but in his conduct there was none of that shameless camaraderie of a man who loved his woman and didn't care a hang if all the world knew it.
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