The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. Swinging her arm in an arc, she let go of the foil and it flew across the chapel towards the main door, crashing down between the pews, and clattering onto the floor. You poor man, what have you been doing to yourself?” “Nothing except travelling all night,” he answered.
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