With this view, he hurried to the spot where he had left the post-chaise, and found it drawn up at the road-side, the postilion dismounted, and in charge of a couple of farming-men. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. He is already married. ” He said. People always rejoice at the misfortunes of others—never at their own! The droll dogs! how they must have enjoyed it!—ha! ha!" "I dare say they did. “Hello, Teddy!” she answered. "You have always been, far dearer to me than myself," replied Mrs.
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