She threw him his car keys. When she came to herself, she found that her brother had quitted the room, leaving her to the care of a female attendant. The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned, Mrs. Quilt was not long in following his example. Voting wouldn’t do no ‘arm to ‘er. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of marrying you, when he grows old enough.
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