‘To read and write, of course, and to sew. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. " "I've just bethought me of a crib as'll serve their turn," interposed Sharples, "at any rate, they'll be out o' the vay, and as safe as two chicks in a coop.
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