”
He dropped his eye-glass with a clatter. “Tell me,” she insisted, “why you look like that. You're welcome
to it. F. I am shockingly poor. ‘That little kiss cost him his
sanctuary, my girl, and don’t you forget it. So she brought
upon the stage the Reverend Henry Dolby, a preacher of means, worldly-wise
and kindly, cheery and rotund, who, with his wife and daughter, had arrived at
the Victoria that morning. He pictured himself
visiting the girl in this shabby little home of her aunt’s—she had told him that it
was shabby—and he recalled that delicious little smile with which she would
surely greet him, a smile which seemed to be a matter of the eyes as well as the
lips. "
"With all his cunning, he may meet with his match," continued Kneebone,
laughing. You are not ‘Alcide. ” He appeared to be paralyzed by abstruse acoustic
calculations. Within ten minutes he had read much more than had greeted his
eye.
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