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Presently she saw Spurlock on the way to the lagoon. Such pretty manners, she thought. Here lay a heap of knockers of all sizes, from the huge lion's head to the small brass rapper: there, a collection of sign-boards, with the names and calling of the owners utterly obliterated. ’ Mrs Prudence Sindlesham, a widow of several years’ standing, so she told Gerald, was a scarecrow of a female, long and lank of limb in a figure that had once been willowy. "Sir Rowland is your uncle—he will be your guardian—he will protect you. Hitherto she had seen it chiefly in pictures and other works of art, incidentally, and as a thing taken out of life. She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. He sat on the bed, throwing aside his hat. It disgusts me that you should touch me. " "Ship her back to her father"—sagely. He rather liked the "sir"; it signified both gratefulness and the chastened spirit.
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