“You mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a moment. “It is such a very respectable boarding-house,” she said. ” It was nearly half an hour before they dared ask him the question. She did not have to investigate that his door was locked. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www. I asked her to marry me, and she consented.
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