“What night will you dine and go to the theatre with me?—and how about Hurlingham on Saturday?” Anna shook her head. You are my wife, and I am determined to claim you. ” “It is Number 8, Cavendish Square,” she answered simply. Poor Ben was not so fortunate. Instead, he was bowing to her greataunt. " "So she was," replied the woollen-draper, helping himself to an enormous pinch of snuff with the air of a man who does not dislike to be rallied about his gallantry,—"so she was. “And as for praying for faith—this sort of monologue is about as near as any one of my sort ever gets to prayer. She had turned round sideways, so as to look down into the fire.
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