The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned, Mrs. But here was a girl—she must be a girl, since she was his daughter and pat-able—imitating the woman quite remarkably and cleverly. But the big job for you is yet to come. I’ve bored you or something. Get the men back to their posts. ‘Of course the fellow has doubtless stayed put to wait for you,’ retorted Hilary. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. I was a novelty. ’ ‘Yes, that is Mr Brewis Charvill, as you have found out for me.
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