We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. Spurling, who did not dare to exhibit her satisfaction otherwise than by privately pinching the arm of her expected husband. Guided by the glare of the forge, which threw a stream of ruddy light across the road, Jack soon found the place of which he was in search. Smith's melody had subsided.
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