"Why do you ask?" rejoined the other haughtily. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress. Her mind wandered back to that fateful day. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. " "I've no intention of stirring," replied the woollen-draper, who was thus unceremoniously disturbed: "and I beg you'll sit down, Mr. ” He released her hand and talked in eager undertones against an auditory background of urgency and distress. She blushed prettily, and in a moment regained command of her tongue. .
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