"What is it?" demanded the woollen-draper, as he returned to the table, and took up a glass. The atmosphere was 46 strained and deathly quiet at the dining room table. " "I feel I have, dear Winny!" replied Thames, abashed at his own rudeness; "my conduct is inexcusable. \" He said, as he threw his trash into the can on the way out. Jack, meanwhile, heard, the shouts, and, though alarmed by them, held on a steady course. Instead, they appeared to be at the hygienic level of tramps’ lodging-houses. Anna raised her eyebrows at the sight of him.
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