We meant to make it dinner and a theatre, but you were not home. "Ay. "Sir Rowland is murdered!" cried Jack, as soon as he could find a tongue. Still, his conscience was partly satisfied. So she brought upon the stage the Reverend Henry Dolby, a preacher of means, worldly-wise and kindly, cheery and rotund, who, with his wife and daughter, had arrived at the Victoria that morning. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. Jack was caught, as in a trap, by the pendant tails of Abraham's long frock; and, instead of obtaining his release by his ingenuity, he only got a sound thrashing. Miss Stanley reflected on this proposal for a moment.
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