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To be sure she did! I let her into the garden over the way. And left her there. Certainly you did. I saw you doing it. I didnt see you, says Mercury. I was rather in a hurry, returns Mr Bucket, for I was going to visit a aunt of mine that lives at Chelsea next door but two to the old original Bun House ninety year old the old lady is, a single woman, and got a little property. Yes, I chanced to be passing at the time. Lets see. What time might it be? It wasnt ten. Half-past nine. Youre right. So it was. And if I dont deceive myself, my Lady was muffled in a loose black mantle, with a deep fringe to it? Of course she was. Of course she was. Mr Bucket must return to a little work he has to get on with up-stairs; but he must shake hands with Mercury in acknowledgment of his agreeable conversation, and will he this is all he asks will he, when he has a leisure half-hour, think of bestowing it on that Royal Academy sculptor, for the advantage of both parties? |
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