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Mr. Emerson was talking about it in the smoking-room, and knowing what I did, I encouraged him to make the offer again.
Far from doing so, it had, if anything, augmented it.
"You must take me for a cannibal, or some other sort of savage."
"This 'ere," she suggested, with a glance round the attic--"is it the Bastille now--or has it turned into somethin' different?"