The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. "You will make me the happiest of mankind," cried the woollen-draper, falling on his knees, and seizing her hand, which he devoured with kisses. "Jack!" she cried, raising her head. The arrangement had been made by the town matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man.
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