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For so far she had kept it uncashed. ’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project. “And what will Mr. ‘Here you, Pottiswick. She loves you too well for that. She remained for a few moments standing as though listening to his retreating footsteps. “What were you trying to do?” Lucy asked.
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