So, when his wife
nodded to him to take advantage of the offer just made, he accepted it
forthwith.
"Now, I'll stop his giving Mary a Hair Bracelet!" thought Mrs.
Peckover, as she bustled out after young Thorpe, and closed the room
door behind her.
"Wait a bit, young gentleman," she said, arresting his further progress
on the first landing. "Just leave off talking a minute, and let me
speak. I've got something to say to you. Do you really mean to give
Mary that Hair Bracelet?"
"Oho! then you did hear something at the card-table about it, after
all?" said Zack. "Mean? Of course I mean--"
"And you want to put some of my hair in it?"
"To be sure I do! Madonna wouldn't like it without."
"Then you had better make up your mind at once to give her some other
present; for not one morsel of my hair shall you have. There now! what
do you think of that?"
"I don't believe it, my old darling."
"It's true enough, I can tell you. Not a hair of my head shall you
have."
"Why not?"
"Never mind why. I've got my own reasons."
"Very well: if you come to that, I've got my reasons for giving the
bracelet; and I mean to give it. If you won't let any of your hair be
plaited up along with the rest, it's Madonna you will disappoint--not
me.
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