Mr. It was the moment for smiles. The little matter of an accent may be misleading, I grant you, but —’ He was interrupted, and with impatience. Sir Cecil, who with Rowland and some others had entered the room rushed to the window with a torch. "Insult you! not I;" returned Figg. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. " "Can't we break it off?" replied Mrs.
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