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Earles threw down his pen with a little exclamation. " "Never!" replied the woollen-draper; "and if that treacherous rascal, by your side, doesn't make himself scarce quickly, I'll send a bullet through his brain. “And so you have been thinking?” her father began, quoting her letter and looking over his slanting glasses at her. Nor is Theresa, or even Thérèse. I am glad or sorry according as it has brought you happiness. On some insane score she fancied she had to state her case in verse. The fireplace was at the other end, with the sheeted shapes of two sofas either side. Plote was sleeping or deaf. She had not seen Ramage for ten or eleven days, and she was quite ready for a gossip with him.
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