Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. “You go home and think of all this,” he said, “and talk about it to-morrow. “I do hope I have been able to make you understand how I feel, that you don’t consider me a hopeless prig. " "What is this to me, Sir?" said Trenchard, cutting him short. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the air, and obscured the beautiful prospect. Then enter Mr.
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