“He spends hours of every day on the pavement below,” Anna answered calmly. ’ ‘Woof!’ uttered the sergeant, jumping back. ’ ‘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. He had shaved his side-whiskers and come over in flannels, but he was still indisputably the same person who had attended Ann Veronica for the measles and when she swallowed the fish-bone. My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I am saying.
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