’ ‘How can it be in dispute?’ frowned Mrs Sindlesham. Gay, was a stout, good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd and sarcastic curl. "And now, farewell, Mr. “I have come from a very unfashionable quarter,” she said, “and I do not think that I have been inside a milliner’s shop for a year. So he liked to go by a different train. "While I live you are safe," rejoined Trenchard; "after my death I can answer for nothing. Instead of which, more than half an hour has elapsed. The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly,’ he said, still meeting her eyes, unaware that his hold about her hand had tightened a little.
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