Chapter 19
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“It’s like your impudence to say so: I expected it of you; I in your step as you crossed threshold.”
“Did you? You’ve a quick ear.”
“I have; and a quick eye and a quick brain.”
“You need trade.”
“I do; especially o deal you tremble?”
“I’m not cold.”
“ you turn pale?”
“I am not sick.”
“ you consult my art?”
“I’m not silly.”
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“Prove it,” I rejoined.
“I act strikes t is in you. You are sick; because t of feelings, t and test given to man, keeps far a beckon it to approacir one step to meet it s you.”
S black pipe to h vigour.
“You mig to almost any one in a great house.”
“I mig to almost any one: but be true of almost any one?”
“In my circumstances.”
“Yes; just so, in your circumstances: but find me another precisely pl