. The season was ripe for mating, she thought to herself bitterly. “Sooner or later, John, it will come to that. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. Figg! In a few minutes, all will be over. At the gate opening upon the road leading to Dollis Hill were stationed William Morgan and John Dump. Drenched to the skin,—in fact, he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt so stiff, that he could scarcely move. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over. But, you see, I’m smirched. At the Palazzo, the cook’s cook had a team of servants under him.
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