"How very like it is!" "Not so strange, surely," laughed Thames, "that a picture should resemble the person for whom it's intended. ‘Cousin? But I am a fool. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. “I have been very selfish,” she declared. She will tell you all the story while I am gone. "The manager says there is still some doubt. But seriously ——” “Well seriously?” “Isn’t it your own fault a little? Why do you not tell me your address, and allow me to call upon you. What of that?" "Vot 'o that!" echoed Sharples, peevishly: "Everythin'. He could not contain his satisfaction, but chuckled, and rubbed his hands with delight.
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