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‘Lord, no! I’ve a better regard for my skin, I thank you. It'll be in your way. As the woollendraper's back was towards him, he did not perceive him, but continued his passionate addresses. “MY DEAR MISS STANLEY,” it began,—“I hope you will forgive my bothering you with a letter, but I have been thinking very much over our conversation at Lady Palsworthy’s, and I feel there are things I want to say to you so much that I cannot wait until we meet again. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. Spurlock had better stick to the bungalow. ’ The lady looked unexpectedly smug. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly.
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