. My father thought the latter. She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief. The ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was relaxed. "Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the boards, "or we'll force an entrance. “Ass!” he went on, still warming.
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