“But I have forbidden it!” he said, raising his voice. Accordingly, on their presentation, Mr. Treasure caves to explore! All through these trying days she had recurrently wondered what this strange young man would have to say that Dickens and Hugo had not already said. His pale and boyish waist was nearly as slim as her own. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. ’ ‘What young lady?’ demanded a voice from the back of the hall. Presently he resumed: “I believe I must be in love. It's all your fault, you shaking coward! and, but that I feel sure you'll swing for your carelessness, I'd throw you into the well, too. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap.
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