I would that you
were my own. I will have nothing to do with you. Her aunt went out of the room with dignity and a
rustle, and up-stairs to the fastness of her own room. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were
something grisly. ‘Yes, for there were too many females for the vicomte to make me a dowry. It vosh plain he vent dat vay. As they kissed goodbye, she hoped that he felt the
same reluctance to part. My destiny, I
am afraid, is going to lead me into the ruts. “You have killed me. Thus, in a few minutes, had this happy family been plunged
into the depths of misery. For the first time that day, she was finally able to look
into his face. As the body was borne to the house in the arms of the farming-men, Mr.
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