Somewhere she had read that it was the proper thing to do and that men liked to be alone with their tobacco. ’ ‘Good. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way. He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. " "Pray come to the point, Sir," said Mrs.
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