" "I've no intention of stirring," replied the woollen-draper, who was thus unceremoniously disturbed: "and I beg you'll sit down, Mr. The ring's yours, and you're mine. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. who retailed a store of faded learning in the Tredgold laboratory. His eyes flashed as he turned towards her. "I can't tell you!" she replied, blushing deeply, and clinching her little hand as tightly as possible; "it's a secret!" "I'll soon find it out, then," he returned, playfully forcing the paper from her grasp. ” He put his head on one side, pulled down the corners of his mouth, and looked at her over his glasses. "I beg your pardon!… A bit rocky this morning…. “My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. "Well, my dear, I've a proposal to make in regard to this babby of yours, which may, or may not, be agreeable.
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