“That is your sister’s name. "Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine. Yesterday!—who cared? To-morrow!—who knew? "Porpoise," she said, touching his hand. He had, he felt, to create certain ideas and vivify certain curiosities and feelings in her. "Of course," rejoined the bystander, who had just spoken, and who was of a cynical turn,—"the greater the rascal, the better they like him.
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