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She even touched lightly on her father’s unreasonableness. “It was unpleasant while it lasted, but it is over
—and my toasted scones are delicious. Mr. E. Gay, was a stout,
good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an
oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish
humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd
and sarcastic curl. When the twins had first come to live in the
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house, they were thin and bony, their tiny mouths crying
for food. "But, perhaps, he has not got beyond the room above. Oh, Mr Jarvis paid no mind,’ she added hastily, as if
expecting disapproval. You know as well as I do that it was accident. ”
“But how can I help it? How can I keep silence?”
“Please!” she insisted. At first she could not tell what it was; but as her
eyes became accustomed to the light, she recognized the old coat.
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