‘Lord, no! I’ve a better regard for my skin, I thank you. A tinge of admiration rose in his breast. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. " "Stand off, Poll," rejoined the woollen-draper; "I don't want to hurt you. ‘Pitiful. “But if you had?” she said.
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