"
"I wish I could, Joan," returned the carpenter, sadly. The white cloth was instantly dyed with
crimson; but, regardless of this, Jonathan continued his murderous assault. But there's a person in the hall—a very odd sort of man—waiting to see him,
who won't be sent away. ‘Oh, I don’t wish to marry you. ”
She suddenly caught hold of his shoulders and drew him down towards her. “In a sort of beautiful garden-close—wearing lovely dresses and picking
beautiful flowers?”
“Ah! If one could!”
“While those other girls trudge to business and those other women let
lodgings. "You hay'n't
hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. I hid because there was
no other way of seeing you. "
"You are heiress to the Trenchard property," rejoined Jonathan, "one of the
largest estates in Lancashire. Living,
he knew that he would never send that letter. What is the
supreme idea in the heart and mind of youth? To win fame and fortune: and
particularly to enjoy them. Well, I don't blame you on that ground.
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