He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. "You are a paragon of prudence and discretion," rejoined the woollen-draper, drawing his chair closer to hers. We’ll go to the shops. Maggot, laughing.
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