I sha’n’t care a rap if we can never marry. I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl. After all, it came to him suddenly as a harsh discovery that she might be in a sense regarded as grownup. K-kimble, sir,’ stammered the lad. The winter had turned sea and sky to a wet gray.
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