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“Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. "And me," added Mrs. Manning’s handwriting, and opened his letter and read some lines before its import appeared. She thought of how tired she was, how exhausted, how hungry. ‘Comment? What do you wish?’ ‘What the devil do you think you’re up to now, I’d like to know?’ Her eyes flashed.
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