And as she was yet waiting for her tea to come she saw this man again. " "Man, she's your wife!" "And I am a thief. "Curse you! Where are the bailiffs? Rot you! have you lost your tongue? Devil seize you! you could bawl loud enough a moment ago!" "Silence, Blueskin!" interposed an authoritative voice, immediately behind the ruffian. She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably vast power over her happiness. “Upon my word,” he exclaimed, “this is most extraordinary.
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