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"Leave the room instantly, sirrah!" rejoined the lady, bouncing up, and giving him a slap on the cheek that made his eyes flash fire. "I must tell you," she was saying. " "What proof have you that I am?"—was the return bolt. "His lordship desires me to say—ough! ough!" Fresh groans and hisses. Some friends who saw us dining together persist in alluding to her as Miss Annabel Pellissier. Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a "goodly portly man, and a corpulent," whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he entertained for good liquor and good living. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. Without a single ornament about her neck, or hair, wearing the plainest of black gowns, out of which her shoulders shone gleaming white, she was easily the most noticeable and the most distinguished-looking woman in the room. She wanted to come, and I wouldn't let her. ‘I’ll get the key,’ said Roding, turning abruptly.
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