Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. " "My writing! no such thing!" ejaculated the lady, casting a look of alarm at the woollen-draper. ” “Not in the least,” she assured him.
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