Anna merely glanced at the coarse, flushed features, and at once shook her head. "Wet your whistle before you start, Jack," said Kneebone, pouring out a glass of ale. He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice. And now, when you come at last, you bring me this grandfather, and you dare to tell me I am like him. Yes, very well. Baffled in their attempt, the mob uttered a roar, such as only a thousand angry voices can utter, and discharged a volley of missiles at the soldiery.
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