"Drink your peg; don't bother about me. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. ’ ‘Can’t say as I’m sorry to hear you say that, missie,’ confessed the sergeant, on a relieved note, as he locked the front door of the mansion and pocketed the key. A curious silence ensued. . ‘What a catalogue. Her sense of humour could not wholly resist his abnormal gravity. "Who's that queer cove in the full-bottomed wig?" "Attend to me, sirrah," rejoined Wild, sternly.
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