‘Yes, for there were too many females for the vicomte to make me a dowry. He stood away from her. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think —if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. . Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. One nail drives out another, it's true; but the worst nail you can employ is a coffin-nail.
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