’
Leaning down, she raised the hem of the petticoat of her habit to reveal a neat
little pair of boots on her feet. "
"Mr. It's hereditary, like de jigt, vat you call it—gout
—haw! haw!"
"If the child is destined to the gibbet, Van Galgebrok," replied the Master,
joining in the laugh, "it'll never be choked by a footman's cravat, that's certain;
but, in regard to going back empty-handed," continued he, altering his tone, and
assuming a dignified air, "it's quite out of the question. ”
“But how? It has only been a few days!”
“She’s not even here. Go off and live together—until we can marry. Only an
undermaid I was then. You break into a gentleman’s residence
—’
‘I did not break in. “This life is killing me! Oh, it
is dull, dull, dull!”
Suddenly an idea seemed to strike her. Larry would be up soon. He is extremely
old—forty at least—and he has a belly excessively fat.
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