"And now, widow," he continued, "attend to the next verse, for it consarns a friend o' yours. "It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets. I can't run in these heavy fetters. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you for your wealth. "Mac, did you ever run across a missioner by the name of Enschede?" "Enschede?" McClintock stared at the ceiling. I next proceeded to Jenny Bunch's, the Ship, in Trig Lane—there I got the same answer. All your faults are just jolly modelling to make you real and solid. "Let's try, at all events," returned the Amazon. ‘Well, nothing,’ uttered her betrothed crossly, before Gerald could answer.
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