“But,” he said, “you do not blame me altogether?” She rose to her feet. He was about to cut the sergeant short, when his eye fell on a gentleman walking along Piccadilly, his manner uncertain, his eyes shifting as if he sought something out. “You are of the genus obstinate,” he said. I'm no great judge of these articles, Ma'am; but I trust to your honour not to palm off paste upon me.
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