“I am sorry,” he said slowly. Much to her annoyance, therefore, Winifred was left alone with the woollendraper, who following up a maxim of his own, "that nothing was gained by too
much bashfulness," determined to profit by the opportunity. The sun shined weakly through brief pinpricks
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in the thick cloud cover, the weather was brewing a
storm. “It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture. ‘Well, this maid,’ went on Kimble eagerly, ‘and me, we gets to talking, see,
and that’s how I knew he were off to this party. Why, there's another party on the stair-head inquiring arter scullers; and, by the
mass! they appear in a greater hurry than any on us. The next minute, I contrived, without either of 'em perceiving me, to
convey it into my own pocket. It is really amusing. “The wrappered life-discipline! One comes to that at last.
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