And I suppose it is too much to expect that any entirely English young lady would be prepared to tolerate me for the remainder of my life. He’s nice. His room was last at the end of one winding corner. I could tell it was Italian, you see. Sir James Thornhill, then, rose. Wood's displeasure; and he was the more readily induced to do this, as the conversation began to turn upon his own affairs. I have only just left Wych Street.
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