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The woollen-draper was no despicable trencherman in a general way; but his feats with the knife and fork were child's sport compared with those of Mr. ’ ‘Yes, that rather leapt to the eye,’ Gerald said, and the faint smile sent a lick of warmth down inside her. Only an undermaid I was then. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. ’ Her features broke apart in a laugh. The stags and oxen and things all have to fight for us, everywhere. “Yes, he made them all. It is most uncomfortable for every one concerned. And here, we may be permitted to offer an observation upon the peculiar and unaccountable influence which ladies of a shrewish turn so frequently exercise over—we can scarcely, in this case, say—their lords and masters; an influence which seems not merely to extend to the will of the husband, but even to his inclinations. ’ Gerald opened his eyes at her.
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