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I never saw thee in this
way before."
"Oh, father!" she said, sobbing violently, "do you love your poor
daughter so very, very much?"
"Love you, Annot! why yes, I do love you. If you'll be a good girl, that
is, I will love you."
"I will be a good girl, dear father; indeed I'll be a good girl; at any
rate I'll try. But then--" and she stood up, and commenced wiping her
eyes with her little apron.
"Well, what then, Annot?" said the smith.
"But then--I wouldn't anger you, father, for all the world; indeed I
wouldn't, for you always are so good to me, and I know I don't deserve
it," and poor Annot continued sobbing and rubbing her eyes with her
apron.
"Nonsense, girl, nonsense!" said Michael; "I don't find any fault with
you. Don't think of getting yourself married till these wars be over,
that's all," and he kissed her forehead, and patted her cheek as though
all the difficulty were over.
"But, father--?" continued Annot, with her apron still to her face.
"Well, child, what is it? By the blessed mass, M.


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