’ ‘Pray don’t,’ begged Mrs Sindlesham, one eye on the general’s embattled features. Without stopping to inquire into the cause of their mirth, or even to ask the names of his guests, the worthy carpenter shook hands with the one-eyed chapmen, slapped Mr. “David Courtlaw!” she repeated. Bowing to the stranger, the woollen-draper very politely requested to know his business. The room was papered with green, large-patterned paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz, which also supplied the window-curtain. His pulses beat fast as he walked, his feet fell lightly upon the pavement. Then she shrugged. Purney, the ordinary, who had latterly conceived a great regard for Jack, addressed him in a discourse, which, while it tended to keep alive his feelings of penitence, was calculated to afford him much consolation. " "Come, lad; let's have it," said McClintock. ” With a murmured word of excuse she glided away, and Courtlaw, who had come with a mission which seemed to him to be one of life or death, was left to listen to the latest art jargon from Chelsea.
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