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Wood's," was the reply. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost,
into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. You can pull it over on
everybody else, Lucy, but not on me. If
I did not love you en désespoir, I would assuredly blow off your head. Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a "goodly portly man, and a
corpulent," whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he entertained for
good liquor and good living. ‘It could not be
helped, whichever way I made my presence known. ’
‘People are silly. But I’m going to-day. "His life—or
yours?"
"No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford.
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