‘We mean you no harm,’ he said reassuringly. Solomon Smith, chapmen, (or what in modern vulgar parlance would be termed bagmen) travelling to procure orders for the house of an eminent cloth manufacturer in Manchester. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. . Stanley as they drew alongside, to account for his own ruffled and heated expression. "You think our sex has no feeling, I suppose, Sir," cried Mrs. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers. "What have you got there in your breast—a stone? Is there blood or water in your veins?" The dam broke, but not with violence. "It's a great world," was the manager's greeting.
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