He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. Both had very singular faces; very odd wigs, very much pulled over their brows; and very large cravats, very much raised above their chins. “Come,” she said. A nod was exchanged. So, at least, thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of the house at Dollis Hill. At the same moment a martial flourish, proceeding from cow's horns, tin canisters filled with stones, bladders and cat-gut, with other sprightly, instruments, was struck up, and, enlivened by this harmonious accompaniment, the troop reached its destination in the best possible spirits for an encounter. Such apartments as she saw were either scandalously dirty or unaccountably dear, or both. ‘Least of all, one who takes advantage of another’s misfortune. “Good evening, Dorling,” he said. ” She laughed. Much to her annoyance, therefore, Winifred was left alone with the woollendraper, who following up a maxim of his own, "that nothing was gained by too much bashfulness," determined to profit by the opportunity. He stood on the top step for a moment, lost in deep thought.
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