” She rested the firing end of the cannon against her own temple. I shall lose my fees and the laced coat. I came to beg you instead to do me the honour of becoming my wife. ‘Rather would I die than fall in with such a plan. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. Now drop it. Run along while I rig up and get the part in my hair straight.
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