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Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean. Wrap yourself in my cloak, and keep it. “Shhh. Good night. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. And you think I would marry you?’ ‘Why not? I am unworthy, eh? Because I am a servant. Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book. Sheppard did not dare to return any answer; but, disengaging herself from his embrace, endeavoured meekly to comply with his request. \" \"Good night, Mom.
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