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‘
You
have
never
proposed
to
her
,
point
-
blank
,
Bob
?
’
‘
No
.
Because
I
saw
it
would
be
of
no
use
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Robert
Sawyer
.
‘
You
shall
do
it
,
before
you
are
twenty
-
four
hours
older
,
’
retorted
Ben
,
with
desperate
calmness
.
‘
She
shall
have
you
,
or
I
’
ll
know
the
reason
why
.
I
’
ll
exert
my
authority
.
’
‘
Well
,
’
said
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
‘
we
shall
see
.
’
‘
We
shall
see
,
my
friend
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
fiercely
.
He
paused
for
a
few
seconds
,
and
added
in
a
voice
broken
by
emotion
,
‘
You
have
loved
her
from
a
child
,
my
friend
.
You
loved
her
when
we
were
boys
at
school
together
,
and
,
even
then
,
she
was
wayward
and
slighted
your
young
feelings
.
Do
you
recollect
,
with
all
the
eagerness
of
a
child
’
s
love
,
one
day
pressing
upon
her
acceptance
,
two
small
caraway
-
seed
biscuits
and
one
sweet
apple
,
neatly
folded
into
a
circular
parcel
with
the
leaf
of
a
copy
-
book
?
’
‘
I
do
,
’
replied
Bob
Sawyer
.
‘
She
slighted
that
,
I
think
?
’
said
Ben
Allen
.
‘
She
did
,
’
rejoined
Bob
.
‘
She
said
I
had
kept
the
parcel
so
long
in
the
pockets
of
my
corduroys
,
that
the
apple
was
unpleasantly
warm
.
’
‘
I
remember
,
’
said
Mr
.
Allen
gloomily
.
‘
Upon
which
we
ate
it
ourselves
,
in
alternate
bites
.
’
