My son wanted to marry a woman of thirty in a tobacconist’s shop. If we were to wait till a prig was rightfully nabbed, we might tarry till doomsday. Wood could stand it no longer. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. She shook her head. " "I wish you did have some faults, Ruth.
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