“He has a stubbly yellow moustache, weak eyes, and great horrid hands. Anna turned round with a start, which was almost of guilt, the poker still in her hand. Kneebone, who began to feel sleepy, wound it up, and snuffed the candles. The thousand voices which a few moments before had been so clamorous were now hushed. "Yon's a dear man," said McClintock. "Thank you; but I've a pocket full of water-chestnuts. He succeeded so well that they were almost in Montague Street before Anna stopped short. To be no longer with Martha was strange. Mr.
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