” He nodded twice, with his eyes on the fire, as though that was a formal statement. You are my Sir Galahad, so faithful and true that it is a wonder you exist. "Never mind," replied the tapstress. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. But only inside, you understand, that one cannot see it. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over. ’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. "Is it by lettin' you go, my darlin', that I'm to airn it?" inquired Terence. Or perhaps my father once. ’ A peal of delighted laughter greeted this threat.
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