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"He just asked for his coat, which he wanted under his pillow. ” “It is Number 8, Cavendish Square,” she answered simply. She began to act. \" He commented heartily, wiping the sweat from his brow with his hand. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. I don’t know. Spit of your mother. All the same, I wish I had that fellow by the throat! Just the virile, unregenerate man in me wishes that. Let us walk about. She never knew what became of her farmer after that. She was shifting, moving back. Oh! that I should live to be father-in-law to a peer of France! What would my poor wife say to it, if she could come to life again? Oh, Thames!—my lord marquis, I mean—you have made me the happiest—the proudest of mankind. ’ ‘I still think you ought to have waited, miss.
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