He shall have the estates. It would hurt no one. There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing
on a dark night upon the Thames. But a middle-aged man like Ramage ought to know
better than to draw out a girl, the daughter of a friend and neighbor. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect
light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy
drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance,
but with a very shrewd aspect. ‘Bête. Am I mistaken? Is
your heart mine?"
"It is—it is; and has ever been," replied Winifred, falling upon his neck. ‘To read and write, of course, and to sew. We’ll
have some buttered toast. ’ Tears glistened in her eyes.
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