“Please forgive me—for one moment,” she sobbed. ‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’ ‘Precisely. “You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed. ” Teddy made some confused noise, a thoracic street row; some remark was assassinated by a rival in his throat and buried hastily under a cough. " "Yes, yer hon'r," replied the chairman, taking the note.
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