Fine woman, Lady Trafford—a little on the wane though. Jack Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred. There are so many girls nowadays who are quite unpresentable at tea, with their untrimmed laughs, their awful dispositions of their legs when they sit down, their slangy disrespect; they no longer smoke, it is true, like the girls of the eighties and nineties, nevertheless to a fine intelligence they have the flavor of tobacco. The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. "I am not," replied Thames; "but I insist upon your taking it back at once. I’ll take over here. Don’t imagine that. ” He shook her hands off almost roughly.
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