"There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again. He leaned forward to embrace her. She looked steadfastly out. I’m not half smart enough for the West End. Mr. To-morrow night —or rather to-night, for we are fast verging on another day—I propose to lure him out of the house by a stratagem which I am sure will prove infallible; and, then, what so easy as to knock him on the head. Your mother, for instance, couldn’t.
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