We find out no man will treat a woman fairly as man to man—no man. On the groundfloor the shutters were closed, or, to speak more correctly, altogether nailed up, and presented a very singular appearance, being patched all over with the soles of old shoes, rusty hobnails, and bits of iron hoops, the ingenious device of the former occupant of the apartment, Paul Groves, the cobbler, to whom we have before alluded. "Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. “He was in holy orders, and we were to have been married when he got a living. ‘And it is me you dare accuse? It is yourself you should arrest.
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