With me behaving as if everything was infinitely matter-of-fact, what could he do? And just then Heaven sent old Manningtree—I didn’t tell you before of the fortunate intervention of Manningtree, did I? He was looking quite infernally distinguished, with a wide crimson ribbon across him—what IS a wide crimson ribbon? Some sort of knight, I suppose. I'm not hungry. I am tired, and I want to be alone. We know London, and you are a stranger here. My first visit will be to you. "What did you do?" he asked, in a broken voice. "Come up by the packet?" "No; came up with The Tigress.
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