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‘And you will not,’ came triumphantly from the cherry lips. I love you. But none ever puts his foot on this boat. Don’t, don’t say anything now, not anything. Satisfied with his scrutiny, he
produced a pocket-flask, and taking off the silver cup with which it was
mounted, filled it with the contents of the flask, and then seizing the thin arm of
the sleeper, rudely shook it. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect
light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy
drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance,
but with a very shrewd aspect. "Is this a season to speak on such a
subject?"
"Perhaps not," rejoined the woollen-draper; "but the uncontrollable violence of
my passion must plead my excuse. I'm a slave to my word.
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