'" "No, we can't stand that," hiccupped Smith, scarcely able to keep his legs. There is only Gerald to see me, after all. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. "You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. I suppose you have come to see your granddaughter.
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