As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation. Your father…. Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. Wood in a sharp tone.
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