“Now, there, there. His face was white. Lucy stood relieved that she had not messed up the solo. "Forgive me—oh, forgive me!" "Forgive you—bless you!" she gasped. The farmer had become obsessed with her and asked her to marry. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. For his own part he could not sufficiently admire the pluck of this lady, who, notwithstanding all that she had been through, had chosen to appear this evening rather than break her engagement. ’ ‘You are not on my side at all, and it will be better that, instead of saying such things to him, you would say them to yourself. "We're all damaged—we've all got broken pates," cried a dozen voices.
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