Her lips were apart, but no breath seemed to issue from them; and, but for a slight—very slight palpitation of the bosom, the vital principle might be supposed to be extinct. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. " "Ah! you're so very particular," sighed Mrs. My will never faltered. “Oh, I can’t thank you. It shall be your wedding ring.
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