okay. “You have killed me. The manager stared at the empty doorway for a space, shrugged, and returned to his ledgers. “We have to get in, I think,” said a nice little old lady in a bonnet to Ann Veronica, speaking with a voice that quavered a little. Wood thought them both remarkably plain, but Mr. “She doesn’t know. “Very well,” she would say, “then I must go. Such was the effect produced upon the passengers by his good looks and manly deportment, that few—especially of the gentler and more susceptible sex—failed to turn round and bestow a second glance upon the handsome stranger.
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