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She paused a minute, her brow clouded slightly, then cleared again, and she went on bravely: "Philip, if if I should, you must promise me that you will leave me as soon as ever we are married, and that you will not try to see me until you come again from Portsmouth. I am sure that is right, for the deception will not be so great. I should be better able then to tell the poor grandpethe.
It galled him that then and now this young gallant should step in and take the game out of his hands he was sure that himself alone could have mastered this crowd. "Monsieur monsieur le chevalier!" the girl called down from the window, "grandpethe says you must breakfast with us.
It galled him that then and now this young gallant should step in and take the game out of his hands he was sure that himself alone could have mastered this crowd. "Monsieur monsieur le chevalier!" the girl called down from the window, "grandpethe says you must breakfast with us.
"Is it is it that indeed, the watch that the dear grandpethe ?" He nodded and smiled. "Yes, it has never once stopped since the moment he gave it me in the Vier-Marchi seven years ago. It has had a charmed existence amid many rough doings and accidents. I was always afraid of losing it, always afraid of an accident to it.
"Is it is it that indeed, the watch that the dear grandpethe ?" He nodded and smiled. "Yes, it has never once stopped since the moment he gave it me in the Vier-Marchi seven years ago. It has had a charmed existence amid many rough doings and accidents. I was always afraid of losing it, always afraid of an accident to it.
The pinch of snuff fell from the fingers of the old man on to the white stuff of his short-clothes, but as Guida entered the room and stood still a moment, he did not stir in his seat. The thundercloud had come still lower and the room was dark, the coals in the fireplace being now covered with grey ashes. "Grandpethe! Grandpethe!" Guida said. He did not answer.
The pinch of snuff fell from the fingers of the old man on to the white stuff of his short-clothes, but as Guida entered the room and stood still a moment, he did not stir in his seat. The thundercloud had come still lower and the room was dark, the coals in the fireplace being now covered with grey ashes. "Grandpethe! Grandpethe!" Guida said. He did not answer.
She paused a minute, her brow clouded slightly, then cleared again, and she went on bravely: "Philip, if if I should, you must promise me that you will leave me as soon as ever we are married, and that you will not try to see me until you come again from Portsmouth. I am sure that is right, for the deception will not be so great. I should be better able then to tell the poor grandpethe.
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