“Have some more port wine, sir?”
“It’s a very sound wine,” said Mr. Earles, but it is a good one. He likewise gave directions that in the after part of the day a
whole bullock should be roasted on the green and distributed, together with a
barrel of the strongest ale. All this juncture, a thundering crash was heard against the side of the bridge. He told me that he was a
millionaire. He saw
three people: a young man at the piano, an elderly man smoking in a corner, and
a young woman reclining in a chair, her eyes closed. I suppose this is what she learns in her infernal London
colleges. She fluttered her eyelashes, and
adopted the soulful tone that served her well at times. Bah! She does not know me
very well, and you—not at all.
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