"Come along, Mrs. This laugh and his looks alarmed her. He walked out into the Champs Elysées and sat down. "Where is he?" asked she, in an agitated whisper. "The gentleman is a stranger to me, Poll," replied the woollen-draper, with increased embarrassment. ‘I must get a handkerchief.
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