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Have you told master that you heard a laugh? she inquired.
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But well carried out, eh? Don¡¯t you think so?
Between our spirits stood.
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Miss Ingram, who had now seated herself with proud grace at the piano, spreading out her snowy robes in queenly amplitude, commenced a brilliant prelude; talking meantime. She appeared to be on her high horse to-night; both her words and her air seemed intended to excite not only the admiration, but the amazement of her auditors: she was evidently bent on striking them as something very dashing and daring indeed.
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I scorn your idea of love, I could not help saying, as I rose up and stood before him, leaning my back against the rock. I scorn the counterfeit sentiment you offer: yes, St. John, and I scorn you when you offer it.
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I don¡¯t think I shall ever be afraid of you again, Bessie, because I have got used to you, and I shall soon have another set of people to dread.
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She says, sir, that she¡¯ll have no gentlemen; they need not trouble themselves to come near her; nor, he added, with difficulty suppressing a titter, any ladies either, except the young, and single.
There, you are less than civil now; and I like rudeness a great deal better than flattery. I had rather be a thing than an angel. This is what I have to ask,?Why did you take such pains to make me believe you wished to marry Miss Ingram?
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Are you happy here?
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Yet distant and soft the night breeze is blowing,
Surely not! why, she is too old for such pettishness.
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