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I will tell you what you
shall give me, if you like. Thames took it, and beheld the portrait of a young man, apparently—judging
from his attire—of high rank, whose proud and patrician features certainly
presented a very striking resemblance to his own. You must, know, Sir
Rowland—for I've no secrets from you—that, in the course of my business I've
found it convenient to become the owner of a small Dutch sloop; by means of
which I can transmit any light ware,—such as gold watches, rings, and plate, as
well as occasionally a bank or goldsmith's note, which has been spoken with by
way of the mail,—you understand me?—to Holland or Flanders, and obtain a
secure and ready market for them. It's a bad omen to be thrown near that door. It was maddening
to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed
young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn. Above her head
was an aura of white fire. Sheppard, sinking
backwards upon the pallet. Such stories were increasingly heard in English society. "
The doctor was in the middle fifties, gray and careworn, but with alert blue eyes
and a gentle mouth. I had two offers of marriage from men
I liked very much indeed, but it never occurred to me to listen to either of them.
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