“Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. "Then it is not too late to save him. "I'll see him fettered myself. "I swear it," rejoined Jonathan, readily. Then he sat down and filled his pipe slowly and thoughtfully. Ramage. Shortly to be executed. ” “I’ll pay you if I have to work at shirt-making at threepence an hour. But you must not imagine me wrapped in melancholy.
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