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‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. She passed inside and upstairs without a word. "A miserly old woman. They came from every part, from the pit, the circle and the gallery, even from the stalls. \"I told you he likes you!\" She whispered hotly into Lucy's ear. —Sorry to quit your lord—worships, I mean,—I don't know what I mean," she added, a little confused, and dropping a profound curtsey to the disguised noblemen, each of whom replied by a bow, worthy, in her opinion, of a prince of the blood at the least,—"but I've a few necessary orders to give below. "Too late, master," replied the landlord of the Trumpeter, in a surly tone, for he did not much like the appearance of his customer; "just shut up shop. Well, come back in half an hour.
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