—Gentlemen, your most obsequious trout. ‘It could not be
helped, whichever way I made my presence known. ‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands. "
"God help me, what a muddle!" The cigar crumbled in Spurlock's hand. Your father has forbidden you to go!’”
“Well?”
“She said, ‘I hate being horrid to you and father, but I feel it my duty to go to
that ball!’”
“Felt it her duty!”
“‘Very well,’ I said, ‘then I wash my hands of the whole business. ‘Certainly no one will find it. He then
mounted the jaded hack, which had long since regained its legs, and was quietly
browsing the grass at the road-side, and, striking spurs into its side, rode off.
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