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” He said. " CHAPTER XIX. "I don't think he would," acquiesced the carpenter. ” He read it in winter in the evening after dinner, and Ann Veronica associated it with a tendency to monopolize the lamp, and to spread a very worn pair of dappled fawn-skin slippers across the fender. "Well, how goes it?" he asked. ‘Ah. Something in her tone made him look up. ” Manning tapped with his racket on the turf through some moments of silence. Mr. Kneebone's man is in the shop," said Rachel; "he'll take it. I've despatched him to the New Prison. Oh! that I should live to be father-in-law to a peer of France! What would my poor wife say to it, if she could come to life again? Oh, Thames!—my lord marquis, I mean—you have made me the happiest—the proudest of mankind. There it is—against you. Manning, all this sort of thing is very well as sentiment, but does it correspond with the realities? Are women truly such angelic things and men so chivalrous? You men have, I know, meant to make us Queens and Goddesses, but in practice—well, look, for example, at the stream of girls one meets going to work of a morning, round-shouldered, cheap, and underfed! They aren’t queens, and no one is treating them as queens.
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