The woman I wanted was another man's wife. ’ A reluctant laugh escaped him. Men ought not to idealize any woman. The fellow Kimble, to whom Gerald was indebted, was gaping. Monsieur could rely upon his special attention, and for the cooking—well, he had his customers, who came from their homes to him year after year. “I am convinced you haven’t thought this out,” he went on. “Election be hanged!” he exclaimed. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. ” “I thought Mr. "And now," he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has just ridden by?" "No," answered Quilt, sullenly. He added, ‘Also others, but I don’t recall them. “Confound sex from first to last!” said Ann Veronica.
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