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Stanley, produced a portrait
from its hiding-place in the jewel-drawer under the mirror. God bless you, Auntie! I'll go
into the mills and make pulp with my bare hands, if you want me to. "
CHAPTER IX. No instrument I've ever used has
done me such good service. Don't be frightened of her. Won’t
you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?”
He was obviously in earnest. A
full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of
"right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him
of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and
bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. "Why, what the devil would you have had me do!—make myself scarce, eh? You
should have tipped me the wink.
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