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She had gone into Morgan's one afternoon for a bag of salt. She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be. "Where shall I fly?" exclaimed the lady, bewildered with terror. Her mother informed her of the betrothal on the first painful day of her menarche, shortly after her eleventh birthday. "He left an envelope with some money in it. I do wish you could come and dine with us some evening. "In the name of your lamented parent, whose memory I shall for ever revere, I implore you to answer me," urged Kneebone, "why—why would you not accept him?" "Because our positions are different," replied Winifred, who could not resist this appeal to her feelings. ” “And I,” Brendon said, humbly, “although I am afraid there is no chance for me, my errand was the same. At Christmas he gave her a set of a small edition of Meredith’s novels, very prettily bound in flexible leather, being guided in the choice of an author, as he intimated, rather by her preferences than his own.
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