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"'Odd's-my-life! what's this?" exclaimed the carpenter, looking at the
superscription of one of them. We aren’t worth it. “What is a
ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. ”
She paused. Aware of the footman hovering, and the hackney coachman’s curious eyes
looking down from his box, Gerald leaned a little towards her and spoke in a
lowered tone. She attended to that, and then dismissed it as unimportant. I am sorry that I do not know any one in London. “They make me want to shout,” said Mr. Spurling, for so was she named, had a warm nut-brown complexion, almost
as dark as a Creole; and a moustache on her upper lip, that would have done no
discredit to the oldest dragoon in the King's service. He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the
egotism of his own passionate love. "What is it?"
"Can't you see? Together, down there; you and I!… As my wife!
Both of us, never to be lonely again!… Will you marry me, Ruth?"
As many a wiser woman had done, Ruth mistook thrilling eagerness for love. Before he forced an entrance, Jack tried it, and, to his great surprise and delight,
found it unfastened. “I want my life to be
beaten gold just in order to make it a fitting setting for yours.
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