Oh! my dear, dear son, be warned in time. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. Once he had managed to stake his claim, she would have all to do to prove her identity and win it back. Somehow to-night—I don’t know. And she—’ ‘She!’ interrupted the young lady crossly. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and sniffed.
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