Were I to let you go, you'd say I
feared you. There is some
deep treachery hidden beneath his words. Things
haven't gone quite as smoothly as I anticipated; but they might have been worse. Shall I sew it on for you?"
"If you wish. I’m not a lovesick boy. We will get on with the agreement and you
shall have in it whatever rubbish you like. Gay, was a stout,
good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an
oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish
humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd
and sarcastic curl. The ambitions of his life, and they were many, seemed to
lie far away, broken up dreams in some outside world where the way was rough
and the sky always grey. Now,
come along, gem'men, and I'll show you some precious sport. She could feel teenage
girls from all corners of the room tensing, preparing to
shriek.
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