The Golden Fleece, a romance by Julian Hawthorne
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"You mustn't hold my hand any more." "Do you mean to withdraw your apology?" "N--no; but it doesn't follow that----" "Oh, yes, it does. Besides, when a man receives such a delicate, refined, graceful, exquisite apology as this,"--here he lifted the hand, looked at it critically, and bestowed another kiss upon it,--"he would be a fool not to make the most of it." "Ah, I'm afraid you're dangerous. You are well named--Freeman!" "My name is Harvey: won't you call me by it?" "Oh, I can't!" "Try! Would it make it easier if I were to call you by yours?" "Mine is Miss Parsloe." "Pooh! How can that be your name which you are going to change so soon? When I look at you, I see your name; when |
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