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Oh, hame, hame—hame fain wad I be, So saying, he embraces her warmly, and, running downstairs, jumps into the dog-cart, and drives away behind the "vicious Black Bess." On the middle of the rustic bridge before mentioned he stops her, to say, unexpectedly,— "If I was, how could I ask you to marry me?" returns he, in a tone so hurt that she grows abashed..