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” “I didn’t understand—your idea of making love. . He was going to settle I forget how many millions upon me, and I think that I was dazzled. "There's Sharples," cried Quilt. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city at night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!' … It kind of terrifies me," said Ruth, looking up, first at the face of her husband, then at McClintock's. “Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. But all those empty years!… My heart was hot. When the carpenter concluded his recital, Jonathan was for a moment lost in reflection. "Not the sort of stories young ladies should read. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. Come close to me, and let me hold your hand, dear. She hoped that he would at long last remember his young male pride. His favorite newspaper was the Times, which he began at breakfast in the morning often with manifest irritation, and carried off to finish in the train, leaving no other paper at home.
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