It’s only as if I’d begun to know you the day before yesterday or there-abouts. “We have no airs and graces here, and my hat hangs from a peg in the passage. “I should like you to come here,” she said. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. " "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. “You blithering idiot!” he exclaimed. ” Mr. Wait, though.
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