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If half my 'ffection for Pole wasn't the seein' of you so big and handsome! And all my ideas to get ye marrud, avery one so snug in a corner, with a neat little lawful ring on your fingers! And you that go to keep me a lone woman, frightened of the darrk! I'm an awful coward, that's the truth. And ye know that marr'ge is a holy thing! and it's such a beaut'ful cer'mony! Oh, Mr. Wilfrud!
Pow's, that know my 'ffection for the Poles, poor dears, I'd an action against 'em. 'Stop ut, I cries out to the man: if he'd been one o' them that wears a wig, I couldn't ha' spoken so 'Stop ut, I cries, not a bit afraid of 'm. I wouldn't let the man go on, for all I want to know is, that I'm not rrooned.
If half my 'ffection for Pole wasn't the seein' of you so big and handsome! And all my ideas to get ye marrud, avery one so snug in a corner, with a neat little lawful ring on your fingers! And you that go to keep me a lone woman, frightened of the darrk! I'm an awful coward, that's the truth. And ye know that marr'ge is a holy thing! and it's such a beaut'ful cer'mony! Oh, Mr. Wilfrud!
Chump retreated from his shoulder, the woman's comic reverence for his occupation the prim movement of her lips while she repeated mutely the words she supposed he might be penning touched him to laughter. At once Mrs. Chump seized on the paper. "Young ladus," she read aloud, "yours of the 2nd, the 14th, and 21st ulto. The 'ffection I bear to your onnly remaining parent."
Pow's, that know my 'ffection for the Poles, poor dears, I'd an action against 'em. 'Stop ut, I cries out to the man: if he'd been one o' them that wears a wig, I couldn't ha' spoken so 'Stop ut, I cries, not a bit afraid of 'm. I wouldn't let the man go on, for all I want to know is, that I'm not rrooned.
Chump retreated from his shoulder, the woman's comic reverence for his occupation the prim movement of her lips while she repeated mutely the words she supposed he might be penning touched him to laughter. At once Mrs. Chump seized on the paper. "Young ladus," she read aloud, "yours of the 2nd, the 14th, and 21st ulto. The 'ffection I bear to your onnly remaining parent."
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