"I imagine I must have a hundred rolls—all the old fellows. ‘Idiot!’ ‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to hold her off. It is positively hateful to think of it. " "How long will you be here?" "To-morrow night. "The gentleman is a stranger to me, Poll," replied the woollen-draper, with increased embarrassment.
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