Bowing to the stranger, the woollen-draper very politely requested to know his business. "Von't you hear me?—ough! ough!" demanded Sharples, after a pause. Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face resumed its expression of stern preoccupation. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone. Being in a great hurry, he took little heed where he set his feet; and a board giving way, he must have fallen, if he had not grasped a large plank laid upon the transverse beam immediately over his head.
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