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"Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly. ‘And me, I am a lady. ‘Dreadfully untidy, is it not? Can’t abide bare rooms. ’ ‘That is what you think? Let us try!’ ‘Don’t be idiotic!’ She was backing from him, reaching through one of the slits she had carefully manufactured in her petticoat. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. "They're about to murder your child —your child, I tell you! Do you comprehend what I say, Joan?" "I've hurt my head," replied Mrs.
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