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"I'd rather lie here for ever, than be indebted to you for my freedom," returned
Thames. . "
"Then you are hurt," cried the carpenter in alarm. If I
had known that you had meant to talk like this I wouldn’t have come here. You are my
wife now and you belong to me. Here was a thundering blow. Boys,
at the time of which we write, were attired like men of their own day, or certain
charity-children of ours; and the stripling in question was dressed in black plush
breeches, and a gray drugget waistcoat, with immoderately long pockets, both of
which were evidently the cast-off clothes of some one considerably his senior. “John, you were never
bound to me, you don’t owe me anything. I’ve more than twice your strength and at least ten times
your cunning, when it’s needed. Her mother
brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for
her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some
decidedly un-Christian. Whence she came,—who she was,—and what she wanted,—were questions
which naturally suggested themselves to Blueskin, and he was about to seek for
some explanation, when his curiosity was checked by a gesture of silence from
the lady.
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