In a little
while he and she were talking quite easily and agreeably. I must apologize for my young puppy of a clerk. But at this point he was still subservient, still outwardly
humble, in spite of the blackhearted villainy that was even then burgeoning in
his breast. The lady whose husband had been Mayor of Hartlepool
looked at Anna and sniffed. Manning, and glanced round
hastily for further horticultural points of interest in secluded corners. The
first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to
break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood,
the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. Spurling, who had been hastily compounding
another bowl of punch.
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