’ His face changed, all the humour and tenderness leaving it in an instant. We met dissecting dogfish. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. Certainly I never met him. "Well, Lady Trafford," he said, fixing a severe look upon her. ‘That I do not yet know. Anyways, we gets friendly and chats each day, and yesterday I mentions about that Mr Charvill, and the maid ups and says that Frenchie and his missus is going out of town to visit him.
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