” The corners of her mouth rose in a weak smile and she gave him a wink. "Too late, master," replied the landlord of the Trumpeter, in a surly tone, for he did not much like the appearance of his customer; "just shut up shop. " "A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face as sly as a fox's?" "Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's not amiss. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave. " "Still, you forgot something. Well, I'd no idea," she continued, pursuing her ruminations as she left the room, "that people of quality laughed so.
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