" "My writing! no such thing!" ejaculated the lady, casting a look of alarm at the woollen-draper. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. . The thousand voices which a few moments before had been so clamorous were now hushed. ” “Would you like to be a boy?” “I wonder! It’s out of the question, any way.
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