" "My writing! no such thing!" ejaculated the lady, casting a look of alarm at the woollen-draper. "I am your most unhappy son. "Try!" Enraged at the assurance of his mistress, the woollen-draper endeavoured to carry his threat into execution, but all his efforts to remove her were unavailing. And she would have to go tomorrow. ‘Yes, I thought you’d say that. From this spot a road, more resembling the drive through a park than a public thoroughfare, led him gradually to the brow of Dollis Hill. ‘Can I not leave you for a day without you getting yourself into trouble?’ ‘Imbecile,’ she uttered faintly. He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the preparation-room. She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork.
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