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” “Well?” Anna remarked calmly. ” He scarcely saw her face again. “Why don’t you wear your white blouse more often? It is the prettiest shirt you own. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. "I was coming to give you intelligence of a comical trick played by this rascal, when I find him here—the last place, I own, where I should have expected to find him. There were game watermen and game lightermen, heavy horsemen and light horsemen, scuffle-hunters, and long-apron men, lumpers, journeymen coopers, mud-larks, badgers, and ratcatchers—a race of dangerous vermin recently, in a great measure, extirpated by the vigilance of the Thames Police, but at this period flourishing in vast numbers. " "What!" exclaimed Mrs. The events that had initially followed in the wake of her triumph over Emile Gosse had quite confused and dazed her. They had turned into the street, on the opposite side of which were the flats where Anna lived. Much to her annoyance, therefore, Winifred was left alone with the woollendraper, who following up a maxim of his own, "that nothing was gained by too much bashfulness," determined to profit by the opportunity. Her eyes were wide open with amazement. "Yes.
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