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Instantly seizing it, the young man placed it in the carriage, shut the door, and commanded his servants to drive off. “This wonderful affection of yours for my sister, does it date from your first meeting with her in Paris?” He hesitated. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. Neither the manners, the looks, nor the attire of these gentlemen prepossessed Mrs. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. Say I’m out, away, anything!” “I am sorry, sir,” the man answered, “but she had sent away her hansom before I answered the bell. There’s nothing a girl can do that isn’t sweated to the bone.
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