\"Did you girls finish your homework?\" Cathy's head appeared in the open door. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. The intoxicating sense of novelty had given place to a more business-like mood. The silence grew unbearable, so she asked, \"What is your surname, John?\" \"My surname? You mean my last name?\" \"Yes. Wood sank, submissively, into a chair, while his daughter hastened to execute her arbitrary parent's commission. “You too were deceived. I don't ask you to supply my place—for that is, perhaps, impossible.
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