"Can I help you, Jack?" asked Thames, taking up a plane. ’ ‘What young lady?’ demanded a voice from the back of the hall. ’ ‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. ” “Not yet. I desire, Sir, you'll recollect yourself. " "So she was," replied the woollen-draper, helping himself to an enormous pinch of snuff with the air of a man who does not dislike to be rallied about his gallantry,—"so she was. " "Is this true, Sir?" cried Mrs. Besides, revenge is sweetened by delay; and I indulge too freely in the passion to rob it of any of its zest.
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