What little happiness I had I was forced to steal. Anthony, when
God Himself had found only one man strong enough for that! McClintock shook
his head violently, as if to dismiss this dream he was having. Should be home soon. “Are
you looking for Mike? He’s working. The knots
and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the
fields behind, were still to be traced. At the same
time,” she added, in a suddenly altered tone, “it isn’t anything whatever to do
with you, is it?”
“Why not?” he answered. He went on with his song, accompanying it
with the most ridiculous grimaces:
"When years were gone by, she began to rue
Her love for the gentleman, (meaning you!)
'I slighted the journeyman fond,' quoth she,
'But where is my gallant of high degree?
Where! where!
Oh! where is my gallant of high degree?'
Ho! ho! ho!"
"What are you doing here!" demanded Thames.
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