“Home, of course,” she answered. It was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn. It is so ridiculous. In mailing the tales he had not enclosed return postage or the equivalent in money. And the less “anything” happened the better. He then tried the door of Mr. ‘Think I’m fool enough to do my business in a convent?’ he said scornfully. Their conversation was conducted in the flash language, and, though unintelligible to Wood, was easily comprehended by this companion, who learnt, to her dismay, that the wounded man had received his hurt from her son, whose courage and dexterity formed the present subject of their discourse. There was a young lad ahead of her. He left his companion in the midst of a glowing eulogy of Bastien Leparge, and boldly intercepted his hostess as she moved from one group to join another. Do not waste time in vain regrets, but let us remove the body, that we may fulfil her last injunctions. Wild here!" exclaimed Mrs. Maggot, "and bring off all we can.
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