‘Don’t fob me off, boy. He was wrapped in a loose dressing-gown of light material, and stood near the corner where the women's dresses had just been thrown down, quite out of sight of all the party, except Mrs. “Election be hanged!” he exclaimed. She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. The blaze, however, was sufficient to reveal to the thief-taker the features of his intended assassin. Mark stayed away from Lucy, which was just as Sheila liked it. Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly twenty-four.
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