I’m a man, and I know what I mean. "Insult you! not I;" returned Figg. Ireton rushed forward to open the wicket for him. She sat with him in the courtyard after serving him 20 spiced wine. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform.
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