Do have some tea, won’t you? If you must, go then. “I want to be your friend,” he said. His head turned sideways towards the noise, his brows scowling. It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. ‘Comment? You have then met this Suzanne?’ The woman turned a deep red. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other.
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