The American Baron by James De Mille
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Another time, my boy. I'll only mention now that it's the cause of my
present absence from England. There's a bother that I don't care to encounter, and Sir Gilbert Biggs's nieces are at the bottom of it." "You don't mean this one, I hope?" cried Dacres, in some alarm. "Heaven forbid! By Jove! No. I hope not." "No, I hope not, by Jove!" echoed the other. "Well, old man," said Hawbury, after a fit of silence, "I suppose you'll push matters on now, hard and fast, and launch yourself into matrimony?" "Well--I--suppose--so," said Dacres, hesitatingly. "You _suppose_ so. Of course you will. Don't I know you, old chap? Impetuous, tenacious of purpose, iron will, one idea, and all that sort of thing. Of course you will; and you'll be married in a month." "Well," said Dacres, in the same hesitating way, "not so soon as that, I'm afraid." "Why not?" "Why, I have to get the lady first." "The lady; oh, she seems to be willing enough, judging from your description. Her pleading look at you. Why, man, there was love at first sight. Then tumbling down the crater of a volcano, and getting |
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