” They left the restaurant just as the rain slowed to a dull trickle, the fury of the storm exhausted, having left mirror puddles in its wake. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean. Father and daughter regarded each other warily, each more than a little insecure with the other. " "Stand off, Poll," rejoined the woollen-draper; "I don't want to hurt you. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips.
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