“Thanks to you. Kneebone is coming, my dear," ventured Mr. ” He resumed, after a mouthful: “Here is a girl of sixteen or seventeen, seventeen and a half to be exact, running about, as one might say, in London. He accepted the glass of wine, and bowed. Manning, all this sort of thing is very well as sentiment, but does it correspond with the realities? Are women truly such angelic things and men so chivalrous? You men have, I know, meant to make us Queens and Goddesses, but in practice—well, look, for example, at the stream of girls one meets going to work of a morning, round-shouldered, cheap, and underfed! They aren’t queens, and no one is treating them as queens. . "You will make me the happiest of mankind," cried the woollen-draper, falling on his knees, and seizing her hand, which he devoured with kisses. When I told her that there were no available nurses this side of Hong-Kong, she offered her services at once, and broke her journey. So here I am, king of all I survey, with a predilection for poker, a scorched liver, and a piano-player.
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