Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. ‘No! Let me alone!’ ‘It is not safe!’ ‘That is entirely my affair, and not your affair in the least,’ she told him haughtily. And a right set-to there were betwixt him and Mr Jarvis, I can tell you. Kneebone,—pray go!" implored Winifred. . ’ ‘That is what you think? Let us try!’ ‘Don’t be idiotic!’ She was backing from him, reaching through one of the slits she had carefully manufactured in her petticoat. "Hoity-toity! You owe me sixteen thousand dollars. " "None whatever," rejoined Wild.
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