"I say," retorted Edgeworth Bess, with a very unfeminine imprecation, "I shan't stand any more of that nonsense. I shall still wear your favor—even if it is a stolen and forbidden favor—in my casque. I never could. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. ” “Then condemn me to Hell. "Spare me!" he groaned, looking upwards.
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