“I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. The family always managed to make it home for supper, even though it was a dying custom. Could she hold him and manage the reins? If only Gerald had not gone. She had turned round sideways, so as to look down into the fire. With this view, he hurried to the spot where he had left the post-chaise, and found it drawn up at the road-side, the postilion dismounted, and in charge of a couple of farming-men. "Why did I want it under my pillow?" he asked. ” She looked at him with uplifted eyebrows—a look of whimsical incredulity. I done just what you asked.
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