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She had heard the trader utter it many times. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in the grass, he should perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodging in any asylum, his dress, stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be secured and delivered into the hands of justice. He hated travelling second-class with her—indeed, he never did—but he also disliked travelling in the same train when his daughter was in an inferior class, because of the look of the thing. “If I was the world I think I should have put down a crimson carpet, and asked you to say what you wanted, and generally walk over me. ” “And you?” asked David Courtlaw.
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