" "Hold your tongue!" cried Mrs. The cause of this uproar was soon manifest. There it was—to be borrowed. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself. He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. This path, bordered on each side by high privet hedges of the most beautiful green, soon brought them to a stile. The proposal is so far from being exorbitant, that it should be trebled if I had not a fellow-feeling in the cause.
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