"Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. To-night she could have hugged both the old maids. He's worth a dozen of you. "I think I may trust him with you, Sir," added she, taking up the candle. Now what? There was an interest, or why ask him who they were. It is not at all what I expected either. He flung aside all his talk of help and disinterested friendship as though it had never been even a disguise between them, as though from the first it was no more than a fancy dress they had put quite understandingly upon their relationship. ’ Mrs Sindlesham shook with laughter.
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