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🏆 “Yes,” answered Madge. “It used to be a custom. Young men used to ask young women to marry them. And if they consented it was called ‘being engaged.’ Still prevails, so I am told, in certain classes.” And suddenly, as he stooped, there must have come a great light into his eyes.!

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