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"What shall I do?" cried Mrs. . On a
bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side,
sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and
benevolence. I
might have known it. Do have some tea, won’t you? If you must, go
then. In the mean time, let me advise you as a friend not to irritate him
by a refusal, which would be as useless as vexatious. Shall I
make an appointment for you?”
Miss Kitty Brett was one of the most conspicuous leaders of the movement. “Forgive me,” he
decided to say at last, and his voice had a little quiver of emotion, and he laid his
hand on hers upon her knee. They were silent and no
longer observant, being more or less exhausted by the tedious action of the
chairs.
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