“Do you want some of mine?” “Yes. She had gone into Morgan's one afternoon for a bag of salt. Nay, for aught I know, some of them may even now have got scent of me. “You Mr. Will you tell her that?" "I will," replied Thames, earnestly. She’s naïve, and yet uncannily shrewd at times, and you daren’t rely on anything she says. But look at these glorious daisies!” “But don’t you think political questions ARE important?” “I don’t think they are this afternoon, and I don’t think they are to you. But no; she must step warily. Who says that I am not Meysey Hill? I was trying to scare you. She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least.
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