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“I ate their mother first. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. Mr. I waited for her at the back. Besides these there was a warm gooseberry-tart, and a cold pigeon pie—the latter capacious enough, even allowing for its due complement of steak, to contain the whole produce of a dovecot; a couple of lobsters and the best part of a salmon swimming in a sea of vinegar, and shaded by a forest of fennel. ‘But what way, Emile?’ ‘Your family, mademoiselle, the family of your father. Believe me, it will be better by far that you should consent to marry me. For a time he and Miss Klegg contradicted one another. We have to get them to let us in for the profits of their business, and in return we ask them to—dinner.
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