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Jack did not advance to meet her. "Married!—no—no," replied the woollen-draper. She was the first to recover herself. Sheppard, you mean, Sir," interrupted his wife, ironically. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. McClintock would bang his fist upon the table. If he had nothing to tell her, she had nothing to ask. "I give you all of my genius, and you say—'Get out!' I am some kind of a dog. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. That would be fun, eh?" "I wonder if you know how kind you are? You are like somebody out of a book. "You musht do dat shob yourself, Mishter Vild," rejoined Abraham, shaking his head. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. It's right Nantz. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her youth and her ignorance.
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