” “Why did you tell me? I thought—I thought we were going to be friends. ” “I am afraid I have not been very nice,” she said sadly. She was nestled under his bedspread. The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned, Mrs. "Mercy on us! what have I said!" cried the attendant, greatly alarmed by the agitation of her mistress; "do sit down, your ladyship, while I run for the ratifia and rosa solis. For hats that fail and hats that flare; Toppers their universal wear; A man scores always, everywhere.
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