"The devil you have!" thundered a voice from behind, that filled the apprentice with dismay. That’s my advice to you. “I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by the carpenter to his sleeping apartment—a comfortable cosy chamber; such a one, in short, as can only be met with in the country, with its dimity-curtained bed, its sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean white furniture, and an atmosphere breathing of freshness.
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