Lucy jammed her foot down onto Mark McCloskey’s forehead. A crowd was collected round the fellow, who was rapidly disposing of his stock. This was automatically rather than thoughtfully done; habit. Quite!” He sat in the arm-chair and took tea, and consumed several of the extra cakes which she had sent out for and talked to her and expressed himself, looking very earnestly at her with his deep-set eyes, and carefully avoiding any crumbs on his mustache the while.
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