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Richard Avenel might then have safely introduced his sister gown, kerchief, thick shoes, and all to the crowd; but he had no such thought. He thanked Heaven devoutly that she was safely under lock and key. It was not till the third dance that he could secure Mrs. M'Catchley's hand, and then it was twilight. The carriages were at the door, but no one yet thought of going.
Avenel; you are so hasty I I " And the widow actually blushed, and was genuinely bashful. "Those horrid Pompleys!" thought Richard, as he saw the colonel bustling up with Mrs. M'Catchley's cloak on his arm. "I press for your answer," continued the suitor, speaking very fast. "I shall leave this place to- morrow, if you will not give it." "Leave this place leave me?" "Then you will be mine?"
Richard Avenel might then have safely introduced his sister gown, kerchief, thick shoes, and all to the crowd; but he had no such thought. He thanked Heaven devoutly that she was safely under lock and key. It was not till the third dance that he could secure Mrs. M'Catchley's hand, and then it was twilight. The carriages were at the door, but no one yet thought of going.
There was a resolute strain on his features, as if he was always employed in making the two ends meet! So he sat before his house-book, with his steel-pen in his hand, and making crosses here and notes of interrogation there. "Mrs. M'Catchley's maid," said the colonel to himself, "must be put upon rations. The tea that she drinks! Good heavens! tea again!"
There was a resolute strain on his features, as if he was always employed in making the two ends meet! So he sat before his house-book, with his steel-pen in his hand, and making crosses here and notes of interrogation there. "Mrs. M'Catchley's maid," said the colonel to himself, "must be put upon rations. The tea that she drinks! Good heavens! tea again!"
Avenel; you are so hasty I I " And the widow actually blushed, and was genuinely bashful. "Those horrid Pompleys!" thought Richard, as he saw the colonel bustling up with Mrs. M'Catchley's cloak on his arm. "I press for your answer," continued the suitor, speaking very fast. "I shall leave this place to-morrow, if you will not give it." "Leave this place leave me?" "Then you will be mine?"
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