“Yet it is my last evening, and I think —if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. ” A dull flush burned upon his cheeks. Such was the hubbub and tumult around him, that the carpenter could not hear its plunge into the flood. She crept out of the shadows. Ireton; for may I be hanged myself if I don't believe he'll be as good as his word.
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