’ Pottiswick sucked at his teeth through the gaps. " "Oh! name it. A man came out, and walking recklessly, almost cannoned into Ennison. Not a bad man as men go, but he would sell whisky and gin. Who could say that the two weren't in collusion? When a chap like Spurlock jumped the traces, cherchez la femme, every time. " As he said this, the carpenter patted the cheek of the little object of his benevolent professions, and, in so doing, unintentionally aroused him from his slumbers. ’ ‘In a somewhat roundabout fashion, if you ask me,’ came in a mutter from her old nurse, very much in her usual style. “Hola Marteen!” She exclaimed cheerfully. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. Bravo!—the best cly-faker of 'em all couldn't have done it better. “Couldn’t we three go out and have some coffee somewhere? The thought of that drawing-room paralyses me.
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