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Who knows?—on the analogy of “Squiggles” she might come to call him “Mangles!” “I don’t think I can ever marry any one,” she said, and fell suddenly into another set of considerations that perplexed her for a time. It was not the arrival of the guests, but merely the maid moving about in the hall. Sheppard's door, they were always sufficiently on the alert to maintain their privileges, and to assist each other against the attacks of their common enemy— the sheriff's officer. “I wonder if you will?” “Let me say one thing,” he said. Sheppard, vainly trying to discover a gleam of compassion in the thief-taker's inexorable countenance,—"Mercy! mercy!" "Pshaw!" rejoined Jonathan. Go to her, I say, and take her in your arms, you poor benighted Ironsides! I can't make you see. " Spurlock obeyed mechanically. It must be the dawn creeping in. "Silence!" returned Jackson, in a deep whisper; "and don't muddle your brains with any more of that Pharaoh. “Idiots!” she said, when she heard this pandemonium, and with particular reference to this young lady with the throaty contralto next door. “She’s sensitive soul, far too sensitive to be married to an ass like Gianfrancesco.
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