" "Well," replied her son; "and you spurn the proposal. " "Here is the sum you bargained for," rejoined Trenchard, flinging a pocket-book on the table; "count it. Mr. Naturally you shout yourself hoarse when she has finished, and feel jolly pleased with yourself. “And think of the ordinary wives and mothers, with their anxiety, their limitations, their swarms of children!” Mr. ‘Now then, missie. Her cheeks flushed a dull red. “DON’T!” she said, and wrenched her wrist from his retaining hand. My destiny, I am afraid, is going to lead me into the ruts. Gosse sagged under the impact, knocking over the card table, and falling to sit, half stunned, the discharged pistol flying from his slackened grasp.
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