207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. Thames Darrell. I have but to give a hint of that boy's existence in the proper quarter, and his life will not be worth a day's purchase. We must always move on. “My husband!” she laughed a little derisively. I also have eyes, and I have seen the picture. ‘I know that, miss.
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