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“I don’t want to,” said Manning. Robert Dow, merchant tailor, it was appointed that the sexton of St. “I’ve
tried to make words tell it. “All’s well that ends well,”
he said; “and the less one says about things the better. She loved Florence, wandering the huge markets
which bustled day and night. The parlour was cluttered but cosy. When younger, and in better health, she must have been eminently lovely; and
there were still the remains of great beauty about her. If you’ve got anything to say, you must say it
to your aunt—”
“But look here, daddy!”
He flapped the Times at her with an imperious gesture. Wood's present position, and subsequent proceedings fully
intelligible, it may be necessary to give some notion of the shape and structure of
the platform on which he had taken refuge. “I believe she’s dressing up-stairs—now. I was Annabel
the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls. He was looking pale and ill. ”
“She does. She had been so busy with life that, for a vast
gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined
things of her childhood. “A new admirer, Annabel? But what has that to do with your going to England?”
“Everything! He is Sir John Ferringhall—very stupid, very respectable, very
egotistical.
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