” “Thank you, Jane. The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor. She, having all the confidence in the world, ripped off an end and drew out the contents—a letter and a check. She patted John's head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. “Is it your maid?” he asked. Don't be afraid, man,—off with it. I came to beg you instead to do me the honour of becoming my wife. ‘Ain’t no call for you to go a-blaming of yourself. John.
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