"O lud! what an exquisite box!" cried Edgeworth Bess. He had conveyed it to her, not verbally, but by means of a letter, which seemed to her a singularly ignoble method of prohibition. So he's come around, then? That's fine. ” She took the pocket-book and looked up at him with a little impulsive movement. Some automaton within her produced in a quite unfamiliar voice the remark, “They’re playing football. And now," she added, glancing contemptuously at the woollen-draper, "I'll go to Jack Sheppard. “I HAVE—had one or two talks with him, daddy. “Earning a salary!” “You’re like a Princess in Exile!” he repeated, overruling her. "Oh, easily enough," rejoined the other. “You little wretch!” she exclaimed weakly.
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