Just then, a carriage drawn by four horses, drove furiously up to the Six Bells; but Jack was too much absorbed to take any notice of it. ‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’ It was a portrait. And, decently as he could, McClintock was giving the man the boot. “I’m sorry! Mary! Are you hurt?” “No. “Time for my Patience,” she said. ” She said, studying his face, which seemed to lose its childishness a little more with each day. ” “We will have some tea in the drawing-room as soon as ever we can—and I will take my things off.
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