Mr. ‘Damnation! Too late. Pottiswick’s daughter found her tongue. I will do anything and everything I can to become your equal. She sat down awkwardly and helplessly on one of the little stools by her table and covered her face with her hands. Then all the embarrassments of the matter flashed in upon her. Even if you didn’t know it. Stay where you are, Mr. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion.
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