With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. Egad! I shall make a good thing of it. ‘How disappointing,’ mourned Gerald. Good night. " "A bold resolution," said the woollen-draper. Advancing to the middle of the chamber, he halted, drew himself up, and fixed his dark, expressive eyes, on Thames Darrell. They almost made me feel like they were mine.
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