"Look quick, d—n you, or we shall never master him!" "Murder!" shrieked Mrs. ’ Gerald tutted. ” They were in the elder Widgett girl’s bedroom; Hetty was laid up, she said, with a sprained ankle, and a miscellaneous party was gossiping away her tedium. Sir James Thornhill, then, rose.
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