“I suppose he’s frightfully clever,” said Miss Klegg. "Wretch!" cried Jack. “Ass!” he went on, still warming. You give her a daub here and there where the rust shows. " "Never!" replied the woollen-draper; "and if that treacherous rascal, by your side, doesn't make himself scarce quickly, I'll send a bullet through his brain.
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