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MR.
PALLISER AND LADY DUMBELLO.[Chapter XXIII] |
FRONTISPIECE. |
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"PLEASE,
MA'AM, CAN WE HAVE THE PEAS TO SHELL?" |
CHAPTER III. |
| "AND YOU LOVE ME?" SAID SHE. | CHAPTER V. |
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"IT'S
ALL THE FAULT OF THE NAUGHTY PARTRIDGES." |
CHAPTER VII. |
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"MR.
CRADELL, YOUR HAND," SAID LUPEX. |
CHAPTER XI. |
| "WHY, IT'S YOUNG EAMES." | CHAPTER XIV. |
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"HE
IS OF THAT SORT THAT THEY MAKETHE ANGELS OF," SAID THE VERGER. |
CHAPTER XVI. |
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"AND
HAVE I NOT REALLY LOVED YOU?" |
CHAPTER XXI. |
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"DEVOTEDLY
ATTACHED TO THE YOUNG MAN!" |
CHAPTER XXVI. |
| THE BOARD. | CHAPTER XXVIII. |
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"WON'T
YOU TAKE SOME MORE WINE?" |
CHAPTER XXXII. |
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"AND
YOU WENT IN AT HIM ON THE STATION?" |
CHAPTER XXXVI. |
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"LET
ME BEG YOU TO THINK OVER THE MATTER AGAIN." |
CHAPTER XXXVIII. |
| "THAT MIGHT DO." | CHAPTER XL. |
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"MAMMA,"
SHE SAID AT LAST, "IT IS OVER NOW, I'M SURE." |
CHAPTER XLIV. |
| "WHY, ON EARTH, ON SUNDAY?" | CHAPTER XLVIII. |
| "BELL, HERE'S THE INKSTAND." | CHAPTER XLIX. |
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"SHE
HAS REFUSED ME, AND IT IS ALL OVER." |
CHAPTER LIV. |