”
“Give me your blessing? I didn’t ask for it. "
"Vouldn't it!" replied Jack, mimicking his snuffling voice; "then shtay vere you
are, and be cursed to you. “Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the
door, umbrella sheathed. ‘Me, I am
Mademoiselle Charvill, the granddaughter of Monsieur Jar-vis Re-men-ham. Oh, it
is unbearable. "
"Wretch!" cried Mrs. “Much better. ‘Don’t involve me in your lover’s tiff. At the back of her mind
there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she
sought to disregard. "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.
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