As soon as the cavalcade stopped, the sexton advanced, and, ringing a handbell, pronounced the following admonition. “I do hope I have been able to make you understand how I feel, that you don’t consider me a hopeless prig. ” “But, my dear Peter!” said Miss Stanley. To the practised eye of the waterman matters wore a very different air. You don't want me to spoil the story, do you?" "No. You see, my riddle is solved.
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