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The Story of a Mine

CHAPTER IX
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Still, she felt weary and was growing despondent, and had a longing for the good Sisters and the blameless lethargy of conventual life, and then-- He came! But not as the Prince should come, on a white charger, to carry away this cruelly-abused and enchanted damsel.

He was sunburned, he was bearded like "the pard"; he was a little careless as to his dress, and pre-occupied in his ways.

But his mouth and eyes were the same; and when he repeated in his old frank, half-mischievous way the invitation of his letter, poor little Carmen could only hesitate and blush.
A thought struck him and sent the color to his face.

Your gentleman born is always as modest as a woman.

He ran down stairs, and seizing the widowed Plodgitt, said hastily: "You're just killing yourself here.


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