If you hadn't paid me the ingenuous compliment of unremitting imitation, you'd have been a sight better off.

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And you're going to marry the white little girl with the beautiful eyes and the wonderful, sweet forgiving decency of heart, and bring up a crowd of God-fearing youngsters, make over the old doctor's farm for him--and likely his life--and begin afresh.
That's all I ask.