`Do you imagine---' Mr. Lorry had begun, when Miss Pross took him up short with:
`Never imagine anything. Have no imagination at all.'
`I stand corrected,; do you suppose--you go so far as to Suppose, sometimes?
`Now and then,' said Miss Pross.
`Do you suppose,' Mr. Lorry went on, with a laughing twinkle in his bright eye, as it looked kindly at her, `that Doctor Manette has any theory of his own, preserved through all those years, relative to the cause of his being so oppressed; perhaps, even to the name of his oppressor?'
`I don't suppose anything about it but what Ladybird tells me.'
`Now don't be angry at my asking all these questions; because I am a mere dull man of business, and you are a woman of business.'
`Dull?' Miss Pross inquired, with placidity.
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‘beware’ for nothing.” They were soon anxious for
Stuart close at his heels. The sky was cloudy, and the
so, will he lock the door from the inside, go out through
I'm not sorry, said I, entering the little hut like a
resting the electric lamp upon one of the little ebony
Clarkson, will transform you into a perfect ruffian. It
You do not see me because the moon goes out and I run to
towards my master. The only other relative I ever heard
in which they are here mentioned, expressing their respective
gaze of those weird eyes had awakened a horror, a loathing
the great caravan routes entering the Sahara from the south.
Sowerby closed his note-book and returned it to his pocket.