Something drew you. ’ ‘Don’t you believe it. And she buried herself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a registry perhaps. The next morning she went out with her post-office savings bank-book, and telegraphed for a warrant to draw out all the money she had in the world. 'He's a good fellow, and 'twill all end well'.
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