"Capital," said Lord Brooking, joyfully. "I knew you 'd not languish in disfavor long, Tom. Ask Mistress Bessie to name the day."
Moore stepped to his sweetheart's side.
"When will you become my wife, dearest?" he asked, love sounding in his voice and gleaming in his eyes.
"I will marry you to-morrow," she whispered softly, her arms around his neck.
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