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" "Do you mock me?" cried Jack, levelling a pistol at him. It amounted to two-and-twenty pounds. Her face scarcely reflected his enthusiasm. She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat. Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. 48 <6> THE FRIDAY NIGHT SHOW The air was chill and the sky overcast and misting. He wasn't satisfied with an assured income from the paper-mills your grandfather left us. ” The girl received this intimation in silence, but the face that looked down upon the gas fire took an expression of obstinacy that brought out a hitherto latent resemblance between parent and child. He could not see these two shrinking misses capering about in a nun’s habit and brandishing a defiant pistol. Most of the boys did not possess the manners that he did. I begin to understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all the rest of it.
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