" As he spoke, the door of the round-house was opened, and a stout man, with a lantern in his hand, presented himself at the threshold. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. But she had not reckoned with the etiquette of Canongate. He whispered in her ear. " "But, man, this chap hasn't fallen soft. “I say, daddy,” she began, and was suddenly short of breath.
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