" "Poh, poh, my dear! Mr. ‘Is he meeting you here then, my dear?’ ‘He had better,’ said Lucilla. Ralph. Annabel! Annabel!” His voice became a shriek. As usual the substantive sister—Prudence—did all the talking for the pair; Angelina, the shadow, offered only her submitting nods. " And he struck up the following ballad:— SAINT GILES'S BOWL.
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