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"You forget that you promised me a kiss the last time you were here. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. "Certainly not," replied Gay. When Mr. "But if it is your mother, send her about her business. If you don’t like it, I won’t be mad, I promise. " Meanwhile, the party at the table continued drinking and chatting as merrily as before. “You look great, Lucy. It is the worst of talk under such social circumstances that it is always getting cut off so soon as it is beginning; and I went home that afternoon feeling I had said nothing—literally nothing—of the things I had meant to say to you and that were coursing through my head. He did not so much cut into this conversation as loom over it, for he was a tall, if rather studiously stooping, man. Do you know this, Sir?" he added, taking a key from his pocket.
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