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Sheppard, you mean, Sir," interrupted his wife, ironically. “The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so. Her hair is like, white blonde, but trust me, it’s not her natural color. " "Winny," said Thames, tenderly, "something which that self-sufficient fool has said has so far done me a service in enabling me to speak upon a subject which I have long had upon my lips, but have not had courage to utter. "'Odd's-my-life!—what's that?" he cried, greatly alarmed. Austin," continued the tapstress; "he's only going on an errand. “I’m glad you’re all right,” he said, “because we want you to do us a favour. Cool and sunny, it seemed that God himself smiled upon that day, the sunbeams streaming through the magnificent arches dustily as the priest murmured in soporific Latin. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. We came on here at once. He was certain that those lips of hers had never known the natural and pardonable simper of youth.
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