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"You forget that you promised me a kiss the last time you were here. The little girl uttered no remonstrance; but, replacing the flowers in the basket, burst into tears, and withdrew. “I have waited for this,” he said, and stood quite still, looking at her until the silence became oppressive. Wood became sensible that he was not alone. He renewed his supplications to Sharples, but with no better success than heretofore; and the greater part of the night was passed by him and the poor widow, whose anxiety, if possible, exceeded his own, in the most miserable state imaginable. “Lucy Albert, sir. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. One of your aunts died, I believe, and the other removed to London.
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