A little table covered with a damask cloth was dragged out. A small brickbat was thrown, which struck Jonathan in the face. "What the devil makes you out so late? And what has happened to you, man, eh?—you seem in a queer plight. Lord bless you marm! we sees plenty on 'em in our purfession. " "You daren't use it. ‘Because I’m a female,’ declared Lucilla unanswerably.
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