” She answered. Her secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a white, fantastically white, maiden. " "I hope you never may, my love," humbly acquiesced the carpenter. His hands came up, his face broke apart. “Bless you, sweetheart. She had trembled on the verge of such a resolution before, but this time quite definitely she made it. Would you stand by me—and her?” “My dear Nigel!” she exclaimed. So she approached him with sandwiches.
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