’ ‘I don’t want to think it,’ he said, and she thrilled to the savagery in his tone. She told you —the truth. The woollen-draper was no despicable trencherman in a general way; but his feats with the knife and fork were child's sport compared with those of Mr. She stood on the mat instead, and looked down on him. "Quite sorry, my good friend, there should have been any misunderstanding between us," observed the woollen-draper. Manning?” said her aunt. A quick flush stained her cheeks. ‘I do not know how you think you may help me,’ she said slowly. You break into a gentleman’s residence —’ ‘I did not break in.
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