The carpet was a quiet drugget and not excessively worn, and the bed in the corner was covered by a white quilt. We thought of starting in half an hour’s time, and trying for a theatre somewhere on the way. You have to marry me. Built and paved with stone, without beds, or any other sort of protection from the cold, this dreadful hole, accounted the most dark and dismal in the prison, was made the receptacle of such miserable wretches as could not pay the customary fees. You understand what I mean. She fled. ’ ‘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.
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