She heard her husband’s heavy tread descending the stairs, and the wheels of his carriage as he drove off. “You are a dear,” she exclaimed affectionately. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property (trademark/copyright) agreement. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl.
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