I’m sorry I ruined dinner. Past her shot the little old lady in the bonnet, running incredibly fast, but otherwise still alertly respectable, and she was making a strange threatening sound as she ran, such as one would use in driving ducks out of a garden—“B-rr-r-r-r—!” and pawing with black-gloved hands. Lord bless you marm! we sees plenty on 'em in our purfession. It's all very well to read him a lesson, and teach him obedience; but you've gone far enough for that. All bad verse—originally the epigram was Lang’s, I believe—is written in a state of emotion. But I tell you in return, I shall take no pains to hide myself.
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