” Lucy said tenderly. They found Ruth reading to Spurlock, whose shoulders and head were propped by pillows. I tell you what, Thames," he added, flinging himself carelessly into a chair, "I'd give my right hand,—and that's no light offer for a carpenter's 'prentice,—if that little minx were half as fond of me as she is of you. He was twenty-nine at the time, practically an old man. "And now," said Thames, (for we must still preserve the name,) "you will no longer defer my happiness. “What did it matter?” she cried. Hear me then, now, before I take one step to establish my origin, or secure my rights. I didn’t betray you, I swear I didn’t.
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