“You let him touch you!” John whispered back. “Mine is a primitive and unstudied manner. It’s just upon my lunch-time. "Of course," rejoined the bystander, who had just spoken, and who was of a cynical turn,—"the greater the rascal, the better they like him. You have been to me like a mother, not only a wetnurse. No! not even the derivation! But the fashion’s been set and in it you must be.
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