I don’t wish to marry you at all. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. Aunt Jane had her quiet moments. "Here we part,—perhaps for ever.
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