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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Salamanca</strong> <strong>Corpus</strong>: <strong>Yeoman</strong> <strong>Fleetwood</strong> (<strong>1900</strong>)<br />

prayed that God would give you to me — ah, if you knew how I have dreamt of it!<br />

Some day, sweetheart, we shall be married there, and you and I will walk quietly<br />

together afterwards to our home."<br />

"Oh, oh — what a prosy old Simon! So that is your notion? Confess mine is much more<br />

original. Think of the excitement — stealing away in the early morning, and getting far<br />

on our way before the hue and cry began, and then galloping, galloping, keeping ever<br />

ahead of our pursuers. I should like them to come rather near, near enough to make our<br />

hearts beat fast; but we should give them the slip in the end, and be man and wife before<br />

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they could come up with us. To my mind it would be glorious.”<br />

Simon looked at her in silence, and with a smile which, if somewhat startled, was still<br />

indulgent. After a moment she said in an altered tone:—<br />

"I have shocked you, have I not? You did not think I could be unmaidenly."<br />

"It is not in you to be unmaidenly," he returned, very kindly. "If you are a little childish<br />

now and then, I do not find it hard to forgive you."<br />

"Do you call it childishness?" said she musingly;<br />

"Well, perhaps. Since you forgave me you may call it what you will."<br />

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CHAPTER XXIV.<br />

Alack, what heinous sin is it in me,<br />

To be ashaimed to be my father's child..<br />

But though I am a daughter to his blood,<br />

I am not to his manners; O Lorenzo,<br />

If thou keep promise I shall end this strife.<br />

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see<br />

<strong>The</strong> pretty follies that themselves commit. — Shakespeare.

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