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They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times. Thus, the same system of plunder was everywhere carried on. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. Solomon Smith, chapmen, (or what in modern vulgar parlance would be termed bagmen) travelling to procure orders for the house of an eminent cloth manufacturer in Manchester. "I am very wicked," she said. In stature, he was short and stumpy; in person, corpulent; and in countenance, sleek, snub-nosed, and demure. Never did I need a rescue so much.
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