human
I am not at all a man of the world, he said;
gpt
God bless you, my dear sir! the Squire broke in, getting up to lay hold of the young man's hand.
human
I don't care a straw what her name may be--Snooks, or Snobbs, or Higginbotham--if I only get sight of my darling child again!
gpt
What odds about her name, if it only is my Grace?
human
Exactly so, replied Hardenow;
gpt
I declare, I never thought of that, cried Russel.
human
How extremely thick-headed of me! That theory accounts for a number of things that cannot be otherwise explained. What a head you have got, my dear Tom, to be sure!
gpt
I wish I could believe it! Mr. Oglander exclaimed, whilst his sister clasped her fair fat hands, and looked with amazement at every one.
human
But I see no motive, no motive whatever. My Grace was a dear good girl, as everybody knows, and a fortune in herself; but of worldly goods she had very little, any more than I have; and her prospects were naturally contingent--contingent upon many things, which may not come to pass, I hope, for many years--if they ever do. Here he looked at his sister, and she said,
gpt
I hope so.
human
Therefore, continued Mr. Oglander,