As time wore on, and they did not return, Mr. She wished she had not stood up. "Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the boards, "or we'll force an entrance. "Give back the things!" cried the, lady. O'Higgins struck a match and lit his Henry Clay, thereby drawing upon himself the mutual disapproval of the spinsters. Cheveney strolled up, a pipe in his mouth. "Perhaps," replied Wood, doubtfully. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry.
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