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“You poor little girl!” he cried. In a side-glance—for the floor was variously encumbered with overturned objects—he saw one of his paper weights, a coloured glass ball such as McClintock used in trade. She shuddered. But why this part of the plan now seemed to her quite unattractive was a question she did not care to examine too closely. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. But days had now passed. “It would be easier if Katy would just lay off. " "Never mind," said the old sailor, taking up a piece of blazing coal with the tongs, and applying it to his pipe; "let 'em try. He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. " "Well, it's mighty fine of you to break your journey in this fashion—for someone you don't know, a passer-by.
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