Spurling," rejoined Ireton; "we can taste the rum when he returns. He was just getting cross about your being late for dinner—you know his way—when it came. It was a serene and charming evening, and twilight was gently stealing over the face of the country. How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. Or run me through. He did not particularly care.
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