The theme was a masquerade. Oh! that I should have nursed such a viper!"
"Hear me, Sir," said Jack. "Granted it were as you say, Jack," said Wild;—"and I sha'n't take the trouble to
contradict you—the estates would be yours hereafter. I have a big breakfast. You are my
wife now and you belong to me. ’
‘Between the devil and the deep blue sea, he were,’ agreed Pottiswick’s
daughter. But it was now too late to turn
back, and, nerving himself for the shock he expected to encounter, he ventured
after his conductor. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the
lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the
garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of
Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. "Your voice seems familiar to me—and—but
I'm getting a little deaf—and my eyes don't serve me quite so well as they used
to do, especially by this light. I beg that you will consider me
your friend. ’
‘No, I wouldn’t have believed you.
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