"Wretch!" she cried, "you shall not force me to your hateful purpose. His noble Florentine roots went back a thousand years, to the days of grand Rome herself. Then he stood up and hailed a fiacre. “Why did you lie to that man?” he asked fiercely. A woman may choose any one for her lover, but for her friend she makes no mistake. Kneebone, who did not appear in the slightest degree disconcerted by his cool reception, each sank carelessly into a chair, and made himself at home in a moment. I've come all these miles for this young fellow; but I don't cotton to the idea of lallygagging four weeks in this burg.
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