I loved her beyond anything in heaven or on earth—to idolatry. "Spare me!" he groaned, looking upwards. ’ ‘You would speak of the house?’ ‘Many’s the time little Miss Mary would say her papa meant for her to have it, she having no brothers and sisters at all—when we played together I mean, she and me and Joan Pottiswick. I was in hopes you'd be content with my hat and wig.
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