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Spurling: "I blush for you, Sir! To call yourself a man, and interfere with the natural course of affection! Have you no feeling for the situation of those poor disconsolate creatures, about to be bereaved of all they hold dear? Is it nothing to part with a husband to the gallows? I've lost four in the same way, and know what it is. ‘You do not say, “I am a gentleman born. She feared he might take her tears as a sign of weakness. That he’s come here at all shows he’ll stop at nothing. It had her raven locks, her pouting lips. Besides these there was a warm gooseberry-tart, and a cold pigeon pie—the latter capacious enough, even allowing for its due complement of steak, to contain the whole produce of a dovecot; a couple of lobsters and the best part of a salmon swimming in a sea of vinegar, and shaded by a forest of fennel. My business is with Lady Trafford. "My lips would belie my heart were I to refuse you. I am your first, of course you feel strongly.
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