The Supper at Mr. . Capes came back into her mind. One of her duties, after she had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going to bed. The hour for which, presumably, she had been created was drawing nigh. I was quite as much annoyed as you were to see Mr. Gives you a right to hang on to the old man until he busts—practically. It’s a world in which the law can be a stupid pig and the police-stations dirty dens.
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