This is a tale of two young fools. "The gentleman is a stranger to me, Poll," replied the woollen-draper, with increased embarrassment. He looked up to see an ancient coach making its ponderous way down the street. For a time her efforts to achieve a comprehensive concentration were dispersed by the passage of the village street of Caddington, the passing of a goggled car-load of motorists, and the struggles of a stable lad mounted on one recalcitrant horse and leading another. They were childless and servantless, and they had reduced simple living to the finest of fine arts. “You must be the Miss Pellissier of whom David has told me so much,” he said, shyly. "Do you hear that! We are not wholly at fault. ‘Cousin? But I am a fool. " Sheppard said nothing, but a disdainful smile curled his lips.
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