They said no more for a moment, and each was now acutely aware of the other. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. “You’ll get me to allude to it, but you’d have to torture me to admit it. Are you going to write a novel?” “Not I,” she answered gaily. ” “Perhaps not,” she answered. Manning, in his entirely different dialect, indorsed her brother Roddy’s view of things.
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