I bound him up good and tight, stuffed his mouth with a length of rope, taped it shut. For that matter, my future be damned. Now you haven’t the ghost of one—not if you play the game fair. "You shall see him to-morrow. " And muttering some remarks, which we do not care to repeat, reflecting upon the consistency of the sex, he was preparing once more to depart, when Mrs. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. But d—n him! let's talk o' something more agreeable.
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