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"Married!—no—no," replied the woollen-draper. I—In fact, I dislike him extremely. “Yes. Now I ain’t saying as how that
there Pottiswick—’
‘How you talk,’ interrupted Melusine impatiently. Whenever she came upon the obliterated word and paused, her father would say:
"Faith. Running to Gosse, she seized the portrait from his hand and lashed out, taking
him off guard, so that he staggered back and fell against the card table. Mr. Spurling bit her lips to conceal her
mirth. To many in that crowded solitude it came as an
extraordinary relief. Eventually this comradeship
(slightly resented by Rollo) reached a point where he could call out from the
study: "Hey, Ruth!—come and tell me what you think of this. Then all the embarrassments of
the matter flashed in upon her. At the door to the kitchen, he
called out, ‘Pottiswick!’
The old man came out, shoving his chin in the air and glaring. "
"Ah! Did he tell you anything about himself?"
"Aside from that, no. "
"He must," exclaimed Jack, hastily; "but only let me have it till to-morrow, and if
I don't entrap him in a snare from which, with all his cunning, he shall find it
difficult to escape, my name's not Jack Sheppard.
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