The things we do!

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"I dare say! You smell of smoke like a courier."
"A foreign capitalist: he would smoke. They will, ma'am. I didn't smoke,
upon my word."
"I don't see why you shouldn't, if you like it. You will never get
anything out of me whether you do or don't. How is Clara? Is she gone to
the country with the children? Newcome is the best place for her."
"Doctor Bambury thinks she can move in a fortnight. The boy has had a
little----"
"A little fiddlestick! I tell you it is she who likes to stay, and makes
that fool, Bambury, advise her not going away. I tell you to send her to
Newcome. The air is good for her."
"By that confounded smoky town, my dear Lady Kew?"
"And invite your mother and little brothers and sisters to stay Christmas
there. The way in which you neglect them is shameful, it is, Barnes."
"Upon my word, ma'am, I propose to manage my own affairs without your
ladyship's assistance," cries Barnes, starting up, "and did not come at
this time of night to hear this kind of----"
"Of good advice.


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