\" Mike retorted churlishly. " "May I trust you?" hesitated Thames. The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned, Mrs. “My darling!” he said, clasping her resolutely in his arms, “my dearest!” “Mr. "Thames, I entreat—" "Your wishes are my laws, beloved, girl," replied Kneebone, bowing profoundly. "She is saying that you, a woman, will readily understand the position in which she finds herself. Bête, she told herself fiercely. " "You're not deceiving me!" said Thames, doubtfully. "I'll soon settle this business.
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