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He walked hastily to the side of the broad pavement and summoned a fiacre. She twanged the catgut under her fingers. The fire still burned brightly. It was as if her aesthetic sense had become inflamed. " "I don't mind the throuble," hesitated Terence, who was really a good-hearted fellow at the bottom; "and I'd like to sarve you if I could, for you look like a gentleman's son, and that goes a great way wi' me. The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river. ” “Do you think so? I find my interest in that sort of thing decline and decline. " His demeanour was polished; his manners singularly affable and gentle; and he was remarkable, for the generosity of his temper. She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage. ‘Shall we abandon the guard, then, sir?’ ‘Certainly not.
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