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“Couldn’t we three go out and have some coffee somewhere? The thought of that drawing-room paralyses me. Wood's ear, whispered, "secret agents from France—you understand—friends to the cause—hem!" "I see,—persons of rank!" Mr. He was well mounted, as was his companion; and had pistols in his holsters, and a hanger at his girdle. But come, sir. Much to her annoyance, therefore, Winifred was left alone with the woollendraper, who following up a maxim of his own, "that nothing was gained by too much bashfulness," determined to profit by the opportunity. Abruptly he gripped her wrist.
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