"Thames, I entreat—"
"Your wishes are my laws, beloved, girl," replied Kneebone, bowing profoundly. She never
grew angry for anything her husband did: such anger as came to her was directed
against the lazy, incompetent servant who was always snooping about in the
inner temple—Spurlock's study. "
When Spurlock had finished the tale, touched here and there by his own
imagination, McClintock made a negative sign. She moved her hand off of his knee, deliberately
slow. "
"Miscreants!" cried Sheppard, almost driven frantic by the violence of his
emotions; "you're all in league with him. "
"Faix, then we'll do it in style," cried the fellow.
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