The farmer had become obsessed with her and asked her to marry. ’ Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a musket. Wood's favourite sitting-room, and her image was so intimately associated with it, neither the carpenter nor his daughter could muster courage to enter it before. We felt like thieves. ‘How dull it must have been for you, poor little one. “Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed. " "Devil!" muttered Jack, again grasping his pistol.
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