He would raise her up once again, ply her with silks and jewels again, all of the accoutrements of the new generation: the cars, the toys, the restaurants, and the prestige. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. " "Come, jump up," cried Blueskin, mounting his steed, "and I'll soon wisk you to town. The echo of those kindly words seemed still to ring in her ears. And now let's go back to the Shovels, and finish our brandewyn and bier, Muntmeester.
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