Hoddy. CHAPTER XXIII. You said that it would bring trouble. “You heard no pistol-shot?” “None. I could never have talked to you like this, forgetting everything that parts us, forgetting even your age, if I did not love you utterly. Even given that he was hopelessly enamoured of the wench, a fact which was obvious to the meanest intelligence. The Supper at Mr.
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