” “May I put you in a hansom?” he asked, lifting his stick. She addressed Anna with a beaming smile and a very creditable mixture of condescension and officiousness. Marvel was almost dislodged from his seat on the coffin by a dead dog, which was hurled against him, and struck him in the face. Talked about his years, his position and his constituents, and always sneaked off back to his hotel just when the fun was going to begin. “I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. Lord bless you marm! we sees plenty on 'em in our purfession. The next moment his grasp relaxed, and he sank to rise no more.
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