He noted an ebony cane laid close to hand, which suggested she was able to get about. So she brought upon the stage the Reverend Henry Dolby, a preacher of means, worldly-wise and kindly, cheery and rotund, who, with his wife and daughter, had arrived at the Victoria that morning. “No, no,” she cried. I am not French in the least.
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