" "'Zounds! Captain, I shall get my death of cold. ‘Why, you have heard yourself all that is being said. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions, incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. There was the world besides, looming darker and larger. . His name was Marvel, and his avocation, which was as repulsive as his looks, was that of public executioner. As he stood upon the bridge, he held down the light, and looked into the profound abyss. Earles drew out his cheque book. And yet she knew it was not fair to call her a foolish girl. There is no Heaven for your mother.
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