’ Gerald laughed. One or two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other, would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. His throat filled; he wanted to weep. “He’s quite the inventor. "I sha'n't offer any of these to you two," he said; "but I know you won't mind me having an imitation king's peg. It had been her home for hundreds of years. She recognized the cloth at once, waylaid him, and with that directness of speech particularly hers she explained what she wanted. “Why not?” “Because you are mine.
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