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“Election be hanged!” he exclaimed. Ennison reeled, and almost fell. He could not promise that she would ever appear again in that house. I shall lose my fees and the laced coat. ” He paused and looked at her, and said, with a sudden drop into a confidential undertone, “Or else I want to pray. "Begone! or I fire!" he cried. This circumstance produced no further alteration in his demeanour except that he endeavoured to abstract himself from the surrounding scene, and bend his attention to the prayers which the ordinary was reciting. At last, a little way to the northward of Euston Road, the moral cloud seemed to lift, the moral atmosphere to change; clean blinds appeared in the windows, clean doorsteps before the doors, a different appeal in the neatly placed cards bearing the word ————————————— | APARTMENTS ————————————— | in the clear bright windows. Do you hear me? Do you hear what I am saying?. Ireton; for may I be hanged myself if I don't believe he'll be as good as his word.
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