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"My dear mother, thank you. You are best of all mothers. God bless you."
"Your father, John, was a man of few words, as you know. He copied that
passage out of this very book, and he wrote after it, 'Martha Booth, I
love you. If you can love me, I will be at the chapel door after
tonight's service, then put your hand in mine, and I will hope to give
you hand and heart and home as long as I live.' And for years he kept
his word, John--he did that!"
"Father always kept his word. If he but once said a thing, no power on
earth could make him unsay it. He was a handsome, well-built man."
"Well, then, what are you thinking of?"
"I was thinking that Lord Thirsk is, by the majority of women,
considered handsome."
"What kind of women have that idea?"
"Why, mother, I don't exactly know. If I go into my tailor's, I am told
about his elegant figure, if into my shoemaker's, I hear of his small
feet, if to Baylor's glove counter, some girl fitting my number seven
will smilingly inform me that Lord Thirsk wears number four.
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