The parlour was cluttered but cosy. ” His walk became a jovial saunter. "Insult you! not I;" returned Figg. Of course, girls repeat phrases and opinions of which they cannot possibly understand the meaning. ” He rose from his chair, and walked restlessly up and down the room. "What?… Oh!… Well, good Lord!" He wrenched loose his head and stood up, sending the chair clattering to the floor. She could not say a word, much less move.
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