“Are you a special sort of clergyman,” she said, after a pause, and looking down her nose at him, “or do you go to the Universities?” “Oh!” he said, profoundly. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. “You shall,” she said. Jackson, I could almost fancy we had met before. Diamonds! You shall have all that you can carry away, sacks full if you like. “I beg your pardon,” he said, “but you appear to be a fellow countrywoman of mine, and in some distress.
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