What can she be? The wife of a country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too. But she had not reckoned with the etiquette of Canongate. His complexion was pale; and there was something sinister in the expression of his large black eyes. Yesterday!—who cared? To-morrow!—who knew? "Porpoise," she said, touching his hand. Your family has not sullied itself by dabbling in it, at least not 173 from what I know, so now is not the time to begin. At the farther end of the Lodge, the floor was raised to the height of a couple of steps; whence the whole place, with the exception of the remotest corner of the angle before-mentioned, could be commanded at a single glance. I have established a fine trade. I really must leave you now.
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