’ ‘Pray don’t,’ begged Mrs Sindlesham, one eye on the general’s embattled features. It was most amusing. “I never saw Courtlaw with her—never heard her speak of him. The mock astonishment of his face immediately became genuine. He had, he felt, to create certain ideas and vivify certain curiosities and feelings in her. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. “Thank you,” he said, “for letting me back. She loved the market, the horses trotting about, the bishops forced to be on the same road with old washer-women, the fools begging for a Florin or a ducat. Then a surge of rage welled up. Captain Roding strode into the parlour. "I'll place it to your account, Sir Rowland," answered the thief-taker, smiling significantly.
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