Supper was over. A dreamy sense of content crept over him. "That's scarcely a fair question, Mr. Do you know whoso portrait this is?" "I do not," replied Thames, repressing his tears, "but I believe it to be the portrait of my father. I mean my cut-offs and boots. "But never mind who, or what I am. McClintock would bang his fist upon the table. You must know that. —I'll soon find you out. All emotions laid hold of him, but none could he stay long enough to analyze it. Before you have lived—” He became darkly prophetic. She looked up quickly. “I didn’t ask you to get married.
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