"Well, have some jam then," I managed to say with a little laugh, as I turned away and picked up the silver spoon.,
I withered him with a look, or rather tried to wither him, for Tom is no mimosa bud.,
"My dear Mrs. Dallas," he said, in a soft voice, "you must have seen for a long time that my visits here have not been made without an object. To-day I come to ask you and your sweet daughter a question.".
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