“Morning, Mom. The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again. With a well-simulated unconcern and a heightened color she finished her breakfast. The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him. Wood glanced at the hardy offender, and not liking the expression of his countenance, thought it advisable to postpone the execution of his threats to a more favourable opportunity. The perspiration stood out upon his forehead. “I didn’t know you were so keen on this suffrage business. "That's a good story, lad.
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