” Mr. '" "Let me see," cried Jack, snatching the paper, and eagerly perusing the advertisement. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. "The gentleman is a stranger to me, Poll," replied the woollen-draper, with increased embarrassment. And yet she knew it was not fair to call her a foolish girl. He lowered her neck before her, and she noticed a bizarre urge to bite him rising from her mind like an itch. James's built for offices of the meanest description. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping.
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