"Upon my soul!" cried the sultana of the inflammable name. "You're a corker! Do you mean to say, Miss Pat, that this buccaneer is the lady from the rural districts you were spouting about?",
"Put him down now, Mrs. Molly, and come and say other how-do-you-does," he called softly.,
As they went back to the flower-decked sitting-room, Judith edged close to whisper in her ear..
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