He'll be here two or three days. “I can survive on my own. For was not Gerald a gentleman? An
Englishman, whose services any female—excluding her own self so idiote—
would be very happy to have. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she
would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage
within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber,
if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly
person entirely obscured the view. , or that
she had a care in the world. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing,
which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers.
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