"You'd have hit it off better if you'd called her The Sow. ’ ‘Don’t talk soft,’ begged Martha. Fortescue rambled round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against the wall. He caught the elderly dame’s eye, throwing her a desperate message. "Somebody ought to get hold of that young man," said Prudence, grimly, as she nodded in Spurlock's direction. If you can imagine it, I survived it. People were passing in the street below.
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