54 \"Yes?\" \"No one says 'Oh my word' anymore. He had shaved his side-whiskers and come over in flannels, but he was still indisputably the same person who had attended Ann Veronica for the measles and when she swallowed the fish-bone. 'Whoso giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord;' that's my comfort. The babies that the woman—your wife—refused to stop creating. She sat very still, and his eyes rested on that ornament for a moment, and then travelled slowly to her wrist and the soft lines of her forearm. And, to show you that I have no intention of flying, I will myself close and lock the door. "By my shalvation, boy," he added, fiercely, "if you don't take your hande off my peard, I'll sthrangle you.
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