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I, Charles Dyceworthy, am not the man to trifle with your young affections! Let them rest where they have flown! I accept them! Yea!.

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in spite of wrath and error and moral destitution,--my spirit inclineth towards you,--in the language of carnal men, I love you! More than this, I am willing to take you as my lawful wife--" He broke off abruptly, somewhat startled at the bitter scorn of the flashing eyes that, like two quivering stars, were blazing upon him.