Good-bye, for the pressent—ha! ha!" And, laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge. ‘Oh, dearie me, I wish I’d never told you anything about it,’ lamented the nun, moving to the only chair the vestry possessed and sinking down into it. He sat up in his chair again, the colour came back to his cheeks. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. Tom Sheppard was always a close file, and would never tell whom he married. She watched, puzzled, as her cavalier frowned at the newcomer, glancing from him to Melusine and back again. You mustn't go dressing up Tom, Dick, and Harry in Henry Esmond's ruffles.
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