It was also cold, and dark,
for there had been no time to light the lantern. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care,
through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. He was leaning against a window
frame, his hat in his hand. On the groundfloor the shutters were closed, or, to
speak more correctly, altogether nailed up, and presented a very singular
appearance, being patched all over with the soles of old shoes, rusty hobnails,
and bits of iron hoops, the ingenious device of the former occupant of the
apartment, Paul Groves, the cobbler, to whom we have before alluded. It filled his thoughts for the rest of the day, and became an
obsession. It is dull—deadly dull. "I had to give in to him. “I wonder,” he said, “if women do know things by instinct? I have my doubts
about feminine instinct. "
"Pshaw! you'd do as much for me any day, and think no more about it.
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