It's hereditary, like de jigt, vat you call it—gout —haw! haw!" "If the child is destined to the gibbet, Van Galgebrok," replied the Master, joining in the laugh, "it'll never be choked by a footman's cravat, that's certain; but, in regard to going back empty-handed," continued he, altering his tone, and assuming a dignified air, "it's quite out of the question. "I've a good mind not to speak to you again, Sir!" cried Winifred, with difficulty repressing a tear of vexation; "you've acted unfairly. Let me keep him. Sheppard is one, no doubt," observed Mrs. "I suppose I was mistaken," returned Gay. For a time he and Miss Klegg contradicted one another. Pull yourself together, Annabel! I must have the truth. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. The question ceased to be a tea-table talk, and became suddenly tragically real for Ann Veronica.
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