” She batted his arms and slapped him, angrily twisting from his grasp. Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a "goodly portly man, and a corpulent," whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he entertained for good liquor and good living. “You underestimate your own sickness, and the ill humors that struck you may strike again. “Tiffany’s?” He looked at her comically. Lucy tried not to notice the starched smell, overpowering and powdery. It forbids—all sorts of things. Or perhaps my father once. She was recalling the circumstances under which she had engaged herself to Manning, and trying to understand a curious development of the quality of this relationship.
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