A note of belligerency had crept into his tone. “She is marvellously clever,” he said. Why was she noting things like this? Capes seemed selfpossessed and elaborately genial and commonplace, but she knew him to be nervous by a little occasional clumsiness, by the faintest shadow of vulgarity in the urgency of his hospitality. “I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. In a moment he was beside her. “Is this Montague Street, W. "'Sdeath!" cried Hogarth, aside to the poet. Perhaps she was. Wood, I command you not to stir," vociferated the carpenter's better-half; "recollect you'll be answerable to me. ” “No doubt.
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