" "So she was," replied the woollen-draper, helping himself to an enormous pinch of snuff with the air of a man who does not dislike to be rallied about his gallantry,—"so she was. Bodies! Bodies! Horrible things! We are souls. "But we must be getting along if we are to lunch in the tower of the water-clock. She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave. When my father died, and we were left alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for singing professionally or try painting. “You didn’t expect that I should kiss you?” “How was I to know that a man would—would think it was possible—when there was nothing—no love?” “How did I know there wasn’t love?” That silenced her for a moment. He had not taken many steps when he perceived Quilt Arnold in the upper gallery, with a lamp in his hand. He never asked questions; he never addressed his companions; and frequently he took off his cap and wiped his forehead. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench.
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