‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. She wondered why he was so distinctive, so unlike other men, and it never occurred to her for some time that this might be because she was falling in love with him. And then there came for both of them at least a temporary awakening. ‘Well, this maid,’ went on Kimble eagerly, ‘and me, we gets to talking, see, and that’s how I knew he were off to this party. “No doubt about that, I fancy,” Meddoes answered lightly. She could not speak. Wild," said Trenchard, "I shall proceed no further in this business.
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