” She said. Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a "goodly portly man, and a corpulent," whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he entertained for good liquor and good living. I don’t want you to talk to me now. ‘Unless he is himself a man of substance. She seemed to think he was merely the paymaster, handing over the means of her freedom. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. I have brought disgrace upon you, and I haven’t been the right sort of wife at all.
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