It was Annabel who spoke. "You will make me the happiest of mankind," cried the woollen-draper, falling on his knees, and seizing her hand, which he devoured with kisses. " "Now for it," thought the woollen-draper, "I shall, at least, ascertain how the land lies. She hadn't measured up; she had been stupid; she hadn't known how to make love. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience. Nothing can alter my determination.
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