‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. Though he never seen so much of Miss Mary as I did. “Not at all. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. She twanged the catgut under her fingers. Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over.
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