You're a grown woman, an' yer know what all this means.

I can give yer anythin' yer like: a house an' servants; everythin' yer want.

What do yer say ?" Clara had gone white to the lips.

It had come at last, and the "Silver Shoe" was within her reach, but the gift was incomplete.

She must decline it, and take her chances for the future.
"Not quite everything, Joe," she replied gently, afraid of wounding him.