I think that I will tell you. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. She, perhaps, displayed herself rather consciously as a fine person unduly limited. There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner. . Practically it was most of the chief interests in life that she proposed to settle in this pedestrian meditation. Voting wouldn’t do no ‘arm to ‘er. But when she spoke her lips quivered, and they came. “Most of it is ugly and frowsy,” she declared, “but it isn’t worth talking about. He let go of the girl’s arm. You've saved my life.
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