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1. ‘At this present, I must appropriate Lady Bicknacre. The girl suppressed a chuckle that would have been inexplicable. There is the election——” He laughed derisively. No more. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. Wood sank, submissively, into a chair, while his daughter hastened to execute her arbitrary parent's commission. If she could not marry him, she would not marry any one. “Perhaps,” she said, “it is the London climate. "An excellent reason, i' faith!" exclaimed Blueskin, with a roar of surprise and indignation, which was echoed by the whole assemblage.
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