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44 "Dick, you have sworn you love me; you have sworn that you would do anything I asked if I would marry you. Did you mean it? Will you swear it again?" cried Penelope, breathlessly.

"Mean it, love?" repeated Dick, as he pressed her hand closely between his arm and heart. "Upon my life, I swear it."

"Then solve the mystery of that girl's death, and I will be your wife."