Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary. “MY DEAR MISS PELLISSIER,— “To-morrow the six months will be up. “Have to go now. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench. ‘Yes, tell us everything at once,’ instructed Lucilla, pushing him towards the sofa she had vacated, and obliging him to sit beside her. “I expected to stay with a relation, but I found that their arrangements did not allow of it.
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