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” He receded from her. " "So she was," replied the woollen-draper, helping himself to an enormous pinch of snuff with the air of a man who does not dislike to be rallied about his gallantry,—"so she was. ‘Parbleu, you waste time. It was intolerable to think that he might overhear words and phrases. She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. The thought of the picture but added to her despondency. The fellow swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold, and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword.
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