My friend, I am only grieved that you of all others should have been so deceived. Will you let your servant call me a hansom,” she continued, opening the door before he could reach her side. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. ‘Tie a horse behind the carriage?’ he echoed incredulously. ” “No.
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