You must forgive the poet’s license I take. CHAPTER XIII. Doesn’t matter a bit to me. Then all the embarrassments of the matter flashed in upon her. “Thank you, ma’am. The youth produced a crumpled-up card from his waistcoat pocket. Ah, but she could remember; and many things there were that she would never forgive.
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